LEFT. RIGHT. LEFT. Right. Melony trudged behind Hunter, ready to fall on her face at any moment. They had hiked through streams and small rivers. They had climbed the side of a hill she was certain had to be the height of Mount Olympus. Her feet hurt like hell and her hands were scraped raw from the spill she had taken down the side of one of those mountains. A tree branch had slapped her in the face earlier and scratched her right cheek. She lifted a hand and felt the dried blood there. She wanted to crumble on the spot, to crawl into a nice, soft bed after a long, hot bath and pretend this had all been a bad dream.
She kept a steady gaze on Hunter's broad shoulders just ahead of her; his firm butt and thighs hugged by faded jeans. No, she was glad to be here—even if Hunter was acting li
