Chapter 5
Allison
My mind is filled with thoughts of Sawyer and that kiss. I’ve been kissed before but nothing like that. I actually felt like I was floating. It was hot and urgent and hungry. I would have done anything to have more of that kiss. I wish I could tell Pinkie to go to hell. I’m an adult. I can do what I want. But she is mad as hell that I have stolen her Lumberjack. I can feel the rage coming off her in waves as we walk along.
“I can’t believe you did this, Allison. You know I can have you fired for this.”
Normally, Pinkie’s nasty hiss and the fear of losing my job would send fear right through me. But just in that moment a strong wind blows over us, blowing back my hair and making me feel wild and free. I take in a deep soothing breath of fresh mountain air. Not a single part of me wishes I was in the office in front of my computer right now. I don’t even wish I was back in my shitty apartment which I think of as my safe space. Right now, up here on this mountain, just in this moment, I feel like I am where I am meant to be.
I don’t even feel the need to reply to Pinkie. But I am thinking of walking back towards Sawyer. All of a sudden, Pinkie gives me a hard shove and I feel myself falling over the edge. Arms flailing through the air, I grab onto whatever I can as I go over the edge and roll downwards.
When I come to a stop I look around feeling a bit dazed but I’m glad to see I’ve brought Pinkie down with me and then I see Sawyer. He bends down next to me, urgently running his hands over my legs and arms, looking for injury, asking if I am okay.
We haven’t fallen that far. But the trees and shrubs and rocks have left tiny scratches all over my arms. Pinkie howls with pain and Sawyer goes over to check on her while calling for assistance on his radio.
Within minutes we are joined by more staff and not long after that two more arrive, one on a quad bike and the other on a motorbike.
“My ankle, my ankle, I can’t walk on it.”
“It’s okay. We will take care of you.” Sawyer says in a calm, soothing voice, as he helps her sit on the back of the quad bike and puts a blanket over her lap. “We are going to get you to a doctor to check out the ankle.”
Sawyer waves them off before he turns to me, that slow sexy smile in place. “Now you, young lady, do we need to get you to a doctor?”
“Honestly, I’m fine. No injuries, just a few little cuts.”
He hops onto the motor bike and hands me a helmet. “Well, in that case, you get my personal attention. Hop on and we’ll see to those cuts and get you cleaned up.”
I notice he doesn’t wear a helmet but I do as I’m told. Sixteen year old me is squealing with joy at getting on the back of a motorbike behind Sawyer. I put my hands on his hips and he takes them and wraps them around his waist, issues a few last instructions to his staff about the group and the rest of the day’s activities and then we are off.