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“That’s my girl,” I say, running a thumb over the back of her hand.
She doesn’t say anything after that.
CHAPTER24
Nora
The four of us wake up a little worse for wear—though I think Jude and I are feeling the worst of it, given the length of last night.
We woke up only a couple of hours after we fell asleep, sometime around five, and Jude hasn’t stopped yawning yet. He insists he’s fine though, and we all head down to breakfast together.
“I would like to go to town today, to pick up some supplies for our trip,” Farrah announces.
“And I need new mittens!” Cap says, fully recovered from last night and chipper as a cheerleader. “The other ones got all wet and my fingers were freezing, but Gerrard gave me a hot pack thing to warm them up and—”
“Who’s Gerrard?” Jude asks, his bacon suspended where he’d been about to take a bite.
“He’s the tour leader,” I say, stifling a yawn. Farrah and Cap told us all this when they recounted their first trip.
“He is very good at his job,” Farrah says, and is it just me or do I notice a little blush on her cheeks? She looks beautiful, even after the exhausting night, though she did get a solid sleep after we took over with Cap.
It’s only when we run into Gerrard in the lobby on the way back to the elevator that I confirm it had to be a blush.
“Farrah,” he says, reaching out two hands to cup her shoulders and giving her two European kisses on the cheek.
She titters. “Hello, Gerrard.”
The man looks like a stand-in for James Bond with his almost comically chiseled cheekbones and dimple in his chin. He even has a little mustache.
“And Cap, my fearless explorer.” He kneels down next to Cap, who gives him a hearty high five.
Jude stands there next to me, practically gaping. “This is their tour guide?” he whispers.
“He looks pretty capable,” I say, smiling broadly.
Jude glares at me, but then Farrah’s making introductions and we’re all chatting about their trip tomorrow.
Despite Jude looking like he wants to possibly pick a fight with the guy, Gerrard tells him all about all the safety precautions they take, including a satellite phone, heat source, and emergency camping equipment, and after reassuring him that the route will only ever take them one mile out of range of civilization at any given time, Jude seems to relax. That is, until he catches me eyeballing Gerrard’s bicep as he gives Cap a handshake when he leaves.
“Excuse me,” he says as Cap and Farrah head toward the elevator to the parking garage. “Did I see you staring at that man who wasn’t me?”
“I wasn’t staring,” I say, laughing.
“Listen, I’m taller than him, and I could wipe a tennis court with him with my eyes closed and right arm in a sling.”
“I know you could,” I say, loving this slightly jealous side of him.
Jude leans in. “Plus, I bet he can’t fuck.”
I gasp, grasping onto his arm. “Jude!”
There are people everywhere. I also can’t help noticing that Jude’s bicep is just as impressive under my hand as Gerrard’s. Plus, it’s attached to Jude.
“But I can fuck, can’t I, Nor?” Jude says in my ear.
I shudder, waves of pleasure from just his breath in my ear running through me. “I don’t know. I can’t really remember.”
Jude slides a hand over the back of my neck. “You little minx,” he says, nipping at my ear. “Guess I better show you when we get back, huh?” The three of them are going into town while I plan on spending a couple of blissful hours reading in the bath.
