Lawrence Gladstone hated the outdoors, and all this rain and mud were exactly why. Who in their right mind went hiking? Apparently this woman standing beside him, all of her weight on her left leg.
Under drier conditions, he could probably carry her down the trail and get her on her way home. But in this downpour, he could barely see two feet in front of his face, and everything felt like it had been rubbed down with coconut oil.
He ran his hand through his hair, wishing it wasn’t quite so full of water, and readjusted his hood in an attempt to keep the rain out.
Of course, the one time he’d decided to see what outdoor recreation this island had to offer, it had turned into a natural disaster.
“I think we should just try to get down,” the woman said, drawing Lawrence’s attention back t
