CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Vi yelled at Rowe as he carefully lowered himself over the ledge to get a better look at the path he’d half seen when he nearly tumbled to his doom. Her hand was on his wrist, a reminder that if he fell, she was coming with him.
So he wouldn’t fall.
He couldn’t see very well while he was hanging from his hands, so he pulled himself up over the ledge and rolled around to let his upper body hang off.
“Anchor my legs,” he told Vi.
‘You’ll be lucky if I don’t push you off,” she muttered, but she grabbed onto his ankles.
Rowe’s abs worked hard to keep him suspended there, but he saw what he needed to see. The river was a long way down, but there was a trail less than ten feet under their ledge, and it appeared to wend its way back up to the top of the ravine. The jump woul
