You’re free to go, Mr. Oak. Time to leave.
I can do that, Alex offered. Gabe?He looked down and cringed. What do you think that is? Sixty degrees?
Fuuuuuck, he drawled. Well, it looks epic.Epic is as epic does, I answered.I’ll go with you. Alex, you okay solo?
Yeah, I got this, he answered, already readying ropes through his harness.I hit the button on the radio. Rach?
Here, she answered, her voice better than a hit of oxygen. You holding up?
Yeah. We’re rested and I think about ready to drop in to the line. I’m feeling the one on rider’s left.Leah, I growled. She of all people knew what he’d done, the condition I’d been in when we met.
Oh, look, there’s Pax! she said in overexcitement as Wilder appeared.Just pushing you the way you pushed me, she said as she stood. Whether or not you are willing to admit it, this is what you need.
I pouted as my best friend walked off with the love of her life, no doubt to go have another of the extended make-out sessions they were always caught in the middle of.Okay, maybe I envied that—not Wilder, of course, but the connection. The ability to touch someone you loved, hold them, know that you were more than a physical gratification.