Unlikely Allies

"Very nice, beach bu

"I'm going to make sure the ground is rock-free and such so you can have that comfy bed I promised you," I lied as I cautiously entered the small cave. What I really wanted was to make sure we weren't intruding on some wild animal’s shelter. I switched on the flashlight as I walked under the huge granite rock that was jutting out from the mountain. I sca

"I'm going to drag you into the mouth of the cave there until I can get you settled in," I told him, grasping the hood of his raincoat in my hands. My high of finding us a dry place gave me the adrenaline I needed to muscle him into position.

"Man, you'd give Wonder Woman a run for her money," Mason said to me, opening his eyes.

"Told you I could do it," I said, gasping for air.

I waited several minutes before heading out again. I searched until I found a pine tree branch with all its needles intact that would help me sweep some of the loose rocks out of the way. I also gathered several branches. My plan was to let them dry out and maybe eventually start a fire.

I returned back to our shelter and cleared the spot where I pla

I moved to Mason's side and saw that he was dozing again. Being careful not to wake him, I scooted him across the dirt floor until I had him where I wanted him.

"You're my hero, beach bu

I watched him sleep several minutes before my own eyelids began to droop, but I shook it off. I knew the next important task was to remove as many of our wet clothes as possible. We wanted to try and avoid hypothermia. Since only the legs of my pants were wet, I left them on. I removed my raincoat and laid it wet-side down on the ground to sit on top of it. Next, I removed my sopping te

Once they were sufficiently thawed out, I moved to Mason's feet, relieved to find that his boots seemed to be waterproof. “Lucky dog,” I stated. Only the top section of the socks that peeked out over the edges of the boot were wet, so I gently peeled them back and looped them back over the boot so they were no longer touching his flesh. His raincoat, although torn, had kept him relatively dry underneath, but both of his legs were soaking wet from being exposed to the elements. There was no way I was pulling his jeans off over the makeshift leg brace I had fashioned earlier, but there was a large tear in his jeans above his thigh. I slid my hand through the hole, thinking maybe I could use it as a starter and tear the jeans the rest of the way down his leg.

"Um, beach bu

"Har har, you're a crack up," I said, suddenly aware of the lean thigh muscles resting under my hands.

"I'm just saying, you're going about removing my pants the wrong way," he teased.

"Well, Mr. I'm-A-Perv-Even-With-A-Broken-Limb, I'm trying to save you from hypothermia, so maybe you can help me by lifting your leg so I can finish tearing the material in the back."

He complied, but was still smiling slightly as I continued to tug at the material. It wasn't until I reached his i

He let out a groan and I stopped tugging at the material, thinking I had hurt him.

"Are you okay?" I asked, leaning over him.

"Could you kiss me or something so I don't feel so perverted?" he asked.

I couldn't help my laugh of relief. Still, I had to admit, the way he was looking at me was pretty hot.

"Really? Even with an exposed fracture you're thinking of something like that?" I chastised.

"It's not like everything's broke," he said, sounding mortified.

Still laughing, I leaned over and gently kissed his forehead. "There, does that help?" I asked, pulling back slightly.

"Not even close," he said, snaking his hand up into my hair. He dragged me in close, pulling me to his lips.

After a moment, I pulled back. "All right hot stuff, let me finish my work," I said sternly as my hands moved back to his thigh. Knowing he was turned on made me hyperaware of where I placed my hands. The material was hanging by a thread and I gave one more tug to finish the tear. With his thigh now exposed, I couldn't help ru

"You're seriously playing with fire, beach bu

Glancing up at him, I saw that he had his arm thrown over his eyes, obviously torn between desire and pain.

"Teasing," I said, removing my hands as he protested. "That's the last thing we should be thinking about," I said, still chuckling.

"Knowing and telling your body are two separate things," he said, smiling at me in return. "You look exhausted," he said, brushing my hair back off my forehead.

"I'm good," I lied.

"Come here," he said, holding his arm up.

I crawled up under his arm and lay down beside him. He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me in close. I knew I should get up and figure out a way to start a fire, but all the work today had caught up with me and my lethargic limbs groaned in protest at the thought of moving. I curled up as close to Mason as I could get without actually touching, falling asleep almost the instant my head hit the backpack I was using as a pillow.

Chapter 11

I woke several hours later, disoriented by the dim light that peeked in through the opening of our shelter. Checking my watch, I was surprised when I saw that it was almost five o'clock in the evening. I had slept for more than two hours.

I glanced over at Mason and saw that he was awake and watching me.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Not bad," he said.

"Really?" I asked, even though I could tell he was lying.

"I could go for a nice steak and a loaded baked potato, but otherwise, I'm fit as a fiddle," he teased.

"Well, you're in luck, I just happen to not have either of those in my pack, but I do have a nice chunk of beef jerky," I said, pulling the economy-sized bag of jerky out of my pack.

"That's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me," he said, tearing the tab off the jerky and opening the bag.

The smell of the jerky filled our small shelter and my mouth began to water. Since I had puked up my last meal hours ago, my stomach was painfully empty. Mason handed a large chunk to me and pulled one out for himself before resealing the bag. While munching on my jerky, I dumped out the contents of my bag in front of me to get a stock of what else was inside. Two filled bottles of water, a dozen energy bars, a bag of shelled peanuts and the bag of jerky. At least we had enough food, not to mention the first aid kit and box of waterproof matches. The last items in my bag puzzled me until Mason explained them.