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Retreat

Every once in a while, you need to get away from it all. I was a woman on the edge, shaken and shattered after a breakup that felt like it tore my entire world apart. My best friend, sick of watching me drown in misery and melancholy, harassed me until I agreed to go with her on a week-long wilderness retreat. She promised days spent bonding and getting in touch with our inner bad-asses. It was supposed to be all about the two of us roughing it and making do with the bare minimum. She assured me we were going to be pushed to our limits in ways that were unimaginable. Neither one of us could have ever guessed just how right she was. Nowhere in the glossy brochure did it say anything about the fact I was going to have to battle the insufferable but deliciously rugged and sexy trail guide instead of the elements. The brochure also forgot to mention the part that warned when y ou left civilization behind, there was no place to pack your inhibitions and fears. I was told that I would be facing a week where the only thing I should expect was the unexpected. However, no one mentioned that I was going to have to fight for my life…and my heart as soon as I ventured into the unknown. I was a pro at hiding from my feelings but when it came time to face a real threat, one that could change everything, I learned I was more of a no surrender, no retreat kind of girl. Retreat is created by Jay Crownover, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Jay Crownover · 现代言情
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54 Chs

Chapter 37: No Man Left Behind Part 3

Chapter 37: No Man Left Behind Part 3

I left Cy to work on the fire and made my way over to the horses to see if there was anything I could do to make them more comfortable in the drizzle that was still coming from the sky. The poor animals had pushed just as hard as we had and there was no way they weren’t exhausted and sick of being wet and cold, just like I was.

In the middle of rubbing Edgar down with a lone dry blanket I found, I heard footsteps behind me that were too light to belong to any of the men in our motley crew. I looked over my shoulder as the ranger approached and tried not to stiffen or launch my automatic defenses when she gave me a considering look that raked from the top of my head to my toes.

“You’re pretty good with the horses for a California girl.” Her tone was dry and she made no effort to hide the sarcasm in it.

I lifted an eyebrow in her direction. “How do you know I’m from California?’