Tempt (Take It Off)

Tempt (Take It Off) by Cambria Hebert Read Free Book Online

Book: Tempt (Take It Off) by Cambria Hebert Read Free Book Online
Authors: Cambria Hebert
until now. What if they were gone? What if they had been sucked out of the plane when the tail was torn away?
    It would be like losing her all over again.

5
     
    I searched furiously through the wreckage, my heart pounding and tears swimming in my eyes. Surely she was still here. Surely life couldn’t be so cruel as to kill a woman twice.
    I felt the jab of something sharp in my hand and I yelped, yanking it back and seeing blood. I wiped in on my shirt and kept on rummaging.
    Nash searched alongside me, lifting up the heavier items that I didn’t have the muscle to move. Dread spread through my limbs the longer we looked and came up empty. I was about to completely lose it when Nash called out from behind. “Found it!”
    I made a sound of relief and rushed over as he pulled the black suitcase from underneath a pile of junk. It was scuffed up and the fabric was lightly shredded. He laid it down and I ripped at the zippers, my fingers just not being able to move fast enough. When I got it opened, I flung the lid back and stared down at the contents inside.
    The urn was still in once piece. It was completely unharmed.
    A single tear slid down my cheek as I lifted the container carefully, inspecting it and then hugging it close to my chest.
    “Thank you,” I whispered to Nash.
    He wrapped me and the urn in his arms and held me close while the strongest of my emotions rolled through me. I could bear to lose anything else to this crash except for this.
    He pulled back and wiped at the tear on my cheek. Then he looked at my hand and frowned. “You’re bleeding.”
    “I’m okay.”
    He retrieved the first aid kit, and I scowled at him. “I’ve had enough stitches to last me a lifetime. If you plan on pulling anything out of that case other than a Band-Aid, I’m going to kick you.”
    “So violent,” he said, grinning.
    I narrowed my eyes.
    “Will you consent to a little antibacterial cream as well?”
    “Fine,” I grumbled and flung out my hand.
    “I think we should clean this place up a bit or we ’re going to keep hurting ourselves. Maybe we can find some soda or some food. And maybe we can find an extra blanket or two to hang up over the part that’s missing.” He motioned toward the gaping hole that used to be the tail.
    “I have some protein bars in my suitcase if we can find it.”
    He nodded. “I’ll try to radio for help.”
    As promised , he applied a Band-Aid and then put away the kit. We worked together, cleaning up the debris, lining up a few of the stray seats against the wall and blocking the broken windows with whatever we could find.
    My eyes strayed to the broken radio . Regret burned the back of my throat. How different things would’ve been if we could just call someone. But there would be no calling for help.
    But I did manage to find my suitcase, and I squealed with joy. I had a toothbrush, a comb, and even some tiny bottles of shampoo and soap! I’d never been so excited over shampoo.
    Nash managed to find three cans of soda, another water bottle , and a couple bags of peanuts and pretzels and piled them in an extra chair. I added the box of Luna bars to the stash and the pack of gum I found in my suitcase. It wasn’t much, but it was a hell of a lot better than nothing.
    By the time we were done, I was sweaty, thirsty , and even dirtier.
    “I have some bad news,” Nash said, coming out of the cockpit and looking at me grimly.
    “What?” I asked, a sinking feeling in my stomach.
    He held up a cell phone. A very broken and cracked cell phone.
    “Was that yours?”
    He nodded. “It’s useless.”
    “I haven’t even found mine.”
    “I didn’t find another either.”
    The odds of one of our cells even getting any service here, if they worked, was slim to none anyway, so I tried not to take it too hard.
    “I found the protein bars,” I said, holding up the box, trying to lighten the mood.
    “God, I’m starving.”
    He took the box out of my hands and looked at it. Then he

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