August (The Year of The Change Book 2)

August (The Year of The Change Book 2) by Kathryn Gilmore Read Free Book Online

Book: August (The Year of The Change Book 2) by Kathryn Gilmore Read Free Book Online
Authors: Kathryn Gilmore
only thing I could think of doing was to climb a tree to get our bearings. I looked up and considered which tree would be tall enough to see over all the rest. I cringed at the thought of how high they were. The last thing I wanted was to take my feet off the ground.
    "I guess I could climb a tree and look to see where the main road is." I studied the lowest limb and hoped to find another way out.
    "If you're afraid, I’ll climb it." Tim strode over to the closest tree.
    "I'm not afraid." Of course I was afraid, but wasn't willing to admit it. "You're not climbing it, Tim."
    Eddy stepped up. "I'm a real fast climber, Richard even says so." Eddy looked like he itched to scale the primordial tree.
    Destiny pulled him back. "No way, Eddy, if the fall didn't kill you then Mom would."
    It was very tempting to let the boys do the climbing, since they were so eager and all. But there was no way I would want to explain to Sue how Tim broke every bone in his body by falling out of a tree I should’ve climbed. No, I would climb the tree. It would be better if it were my bones that broke. I swallowed hard. Maybe I would fall not far from the ground and only break one bone. I shuddered, not at the idea of a broken bone, but at the idea of the fall. Ridiculous, I know. There was no avoiding it. In the light breeze, the low branch beckoned to me.
    A pep talk was what I needed. My inner cheerleader stepped up and shook her pompoms at me. Intellectually, you know you can climb this tree. You’re strong and agile. You go girl!
    I was right, I can do this!
    I hoped.
    My trembling legs moved me toward my doom. The others followed as I stepped beside the limb in question. I looked up the towering behemoth of a tree. How could such beauty be so terrifying?
    It was then I remembered Tim and Eddy weren’t supposed to be here.
    “Tim, didn’t I say you couldn’t come?” He looked down at the ground and his shoulders slumped. “Did you ask your mom?” He shook his head. He looked so pitiful I felt sorry for him. “She’s going to be mad at you. I hope she’s not looking for you right now.” That threat was enough to make a grown man quake if he knew Sue.
    I didn’t get too worked up because they didn’t mean any harm. My ire came from having to figure out how to get them home safely. Besides, I was also stalling. It felt as though the tree grew substantially while we stood there. Another look up and my whole body trembled.
    A rustle of the underbrush startled me. I grabbed Tim and pulled him behind me. If it was a wild animal, I’d fight to save my bratty little brother with the new bratty behavior. Destiny smothered a scream and I grabbed her wrist to keep her from running away, again. My heart beat wildly at the memory of the giant wolf. From the spot where the rustle came, there emerged two guys.
    This was worse!
    The first one tall was very muscular, and looked to be about twenty-five. The other was a head shorter with a more wiry build, who looked to be about eighteen, maybe nineteen. Both were Native American.
    Destiny relaxed and smiled. This was her dream come true to be rescued by two gorgeous guys. I just hoped this was a rescue.
    The taller of the two looked so familiar I did a double take. I knew him, but I couldn’t quite place him. His black shiny hair was styled shorter on top and long down the nape of his neck.  His high cheek bones accentuated the deep, dark brown, brooding eyes that glared at us. His muscular chest was bare and he wore hiking shorts with no shoes. He was definitely a jaw-dropper. I wasn’t sure I’d want to run from him. With his physique, I wasn’t sure it would’ve done any good to try. Here was a guy that might be able to outrun me ... maybe even after The Change. He stopped a few yards away and crossed his arms over his chest. He was amazing to look at. Better than any of the Greek statues of gods that I’d seen in all those library books I thumbed through when I should’ve been

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