Chapter 18
Presley had no time to coherently protest being manhandled into the deep woods. All she managed was a squeal as she clapped one hand on her hat to keep it from falling off and grabbed hold of Hobie’s neck to make sure he didn’t drop her.
Surrounded by rustling branches, leaves slapped at her face as he carried her through what she swore was a swarm of gnats. Presley closed her eyes and instinctually curled into Hobie’s chest for protection. Part of her was absolutely incensed, but part of her, that new little piece of her heart that apparently enjoyed not being in control, kept her from kicking and screaming and demanding to be put down.
She didn’t have time to be conflicted about this turn of events for too long. As soon as they emerged from the thick wall of brush, Hobie to
