Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
The fact that he’s as tall as Carl, with equally broad shoulders, doesn’t hurt. Wes might be a little less girthy through the thighs, but he’s strong and intimidating, a fact I can tell hasn’t gone unnoticed by Carl.
When Wes’s gaze lands on us, taking in the scene with obvious horror, Carl freezes like a murderous deer in the headlights.
“Tessa?” Wes says, sending my heart soaring. He remembers me! We’ve only met a few times at holiday parties for the catering company, but he remembers!
And aren’t all people more inclined to stick their necks out for people they know than complete strangers?
I whimper against Carl’s hand and nod, begging Wes with my eyes to get me out of here.
His gaze going black with rage, Wes shifts his focus to Carl and says in a soft, menacing voice that lifts the hair on my arms, “Let her go. Right now.”
“We’re okay,” Carl says. “Go away. We’re on a date.”
“Let her go,” Wes repeats, dropping his large backpack on the ground as he steps forward, his hands curling into fists. “This is your last chance. Let her go and run that way as fast as you can.” He points over Carl’s shoulder before letting his arm fall back to his side. “If you don’t, I’m going to make sure you won’t be walking anywhere for a very long time. The police will have to airlift you out of the forest on a stretcher.”
The way he says it, so calm, but so completely confident, is chilling. It leaves no doubt in my mind that he’s capable of crippling another man without hesitation.
Apparently, Carl is equally convinced. A beat later, the pressure around my throat eases and the repulsive heft of Carl’s body vanishes from my back.
I lurch forward, choking and sobbing as I hurry toward Wes. I glance over my shoulder as I go, so grateful to see Carl hauling ass up the trail that I start crying even harder.
“Are you all right?” Wesley asks, gathering me against him, his strong arms comforting and safe, the opposite of Carl’s crushing grip.
I nod, but I can’t stop sniffling and snotting all over the place. I suck in a breath, swiping my sleeve across my dripping nose as I pull myself together enough to say, “Yes, thanks to you. Thank you so much. Thank you.” I snatch at the sleeve of his brown canvas coat. “But we should run. We have to run. He might come back.”
“If he does, I’ll take care of it,” Wes says, adjusting his belt.
I glance down, my jaw dropping as I spot a serious-looking knife in a brown leather sheath at his waist. “You have a knife.”
“I have a knife,” Wes confirms calmly. “Is your friend armed?”
I shake my head, but almost instantly second-guess myself. “I don’t know. I don’t think so. I didn’t see anything in his pack when we stopped for lunch, but I could be wrong.” I glance anxiously over my shoulder again, the urge to run punching inside my stomach. “So, we should go. Now. Fast. Please?”
He nods and grabs the strap of his large camping pack. “Let’s go. You first. I’ll follow behind and watch our backs.”
Trembling with relief, I snatch my daypack off the trail a few feet ahead and hurry toward the ridge. I scurry forward in silence for several seconds before glancing back over my shoulder to whisper, “And Wes?”
“Yes?” he rumbles, in that same calm, confident voice that’s like a balm to my frazzled nervous system.
“Carl isn’t my friend, not even close,” I say. “He’s basically a stranger and that was the worst second date of my life.”
His lips curve in a grim smile. “Good. That will make it less complicated when we file a report with the police.”
A report with the police…
The thought is shocking at first, but of course, Wes is right. We have to go to the police. Carl didn’t technically do anything awful to me, at least nothing awful enough to land him in prison, but if Wes hadn’t shown up…
I shudder and walk faster, not wanting to think about what would have happened if Wes hadn’t shown up. If we hurry, we can be back at the parking area not long after dark and at the police station at a decent enough hour that they might be able to question Carl tonight.
But by the time we reach Walrus Rock, the sun is already slinking behind the ridge on the other side of the valley.
I skid to a stop, my stomach dropping. “Shit. It’s so late. I had no idea.” I guess I was wandering that trail and wrestling with Carl way longer than I thought.
“Yeah, and the trail back to the ranger’s station won’t be safe in the dark,” Wesley says. “But it’s okay. We can find a secure place to hole up for the night and hike out in the morning.”