"Crap," Becky whispered afraid to turn around. She was screwed. Big time. Her heart began pounding wildly in her chest for an entirely different reason and she eyed the flowing river considering her options. She could decide to turn around, face Elijah and try to buy her way out of it. Or fall into the river and drown.
Drowning was not an option!
But what would she tell Eli?! Her being there, standing on the damned bridge was suspicious enough. It didn't seem as though anything she could cook up was going to be swallowed down by Eli. But she had to try no? If she gave up now, Everything she had worked for in the past two years, everything she had sacrificed would be gone to waste.
And she could not bear it.
Schooling her facial expression into a sad confused look, she turned to Eli,
