Ryan’s voice exploded in the darkness. Jennie let out the breath she’d been holding and dropped the gun back in her pocket. She clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle the scream that had risen to her throat. Jennie felt relieved and at the same time horrified by what she might have done. The first chance she got she intended to throw the thing in the ocean. Ryan flipped on a flashlight and directed it at her. “Are you okay?” “Yeah. Never been better.” She pushed away from the wall that had been holding her up. “I enjoy being scared out of my mind every few minutes. I thrive on the adrenalin rush a hefty dose of fear gives me. Of course, the biggest thrill I’ve had all day was coming this close to shooting you.” Ryan frowned but didn’t reply. He turned the flashlight beam on the stuff he’d brought and started unpacking. Nice going, McGrady. What an idiot. It was your idea to use the gun for protection, and now you’re blaming him.
