That was close. She was held under the water a little too long. Her throat was on fire. Her lungs desperate for breath. She could see the surface of the river and was kicking with all her might but the current kept holding her down. Her reflex was just about to kick in and she was about to inhale a lungful of water when strong arms wrapped around her and lifted her up. Nothing had been so glorious as that breath of air. Connor was beside her on the river bank in his bathing suit, bare chested, wringing out his shirt. His hard arms flexed and tightened as he twisted on the fabric. Well almost nothing as glorious. “Can we walk back?” Rebecca asked him. “No,” he said, running his hand through his wavy hair. “It’s going to be dark in about half an hour. We’ll have to camp here for the night.” “We have no stuff.” The thought of sleeping on the ground covered in ants and spiders wasn’t too appealing. “We’ll walk around. Find something for shelter. I’ll find some food.”
