Falling for the Groomsman (Wedding Dare, #1)(30)

He frowned down at her, jealousy ripping through him with sharp claws. “The idea of you with another man will never, ever make me feel better. You were supposed to be mine.”





Chapter Eleven


Christine rested her head on Tyler’s shoulder, not sure what to say to that. But really, what was there to say? He didn’t like the idea of her with another man? Well, great. She didn’t like the thought of him with another woman, but it didn’t mean anything. He was just stating the obvious.

There couldn’t be anything real between them.

Not now. Not then.

Tyler made his way around a fallen tree that blocked the path they’d been following. She glanced up at him and flinched. Sweat streamed down his forehead and down his cheeks, and his face was red. He hadn’t complained one little bit about carrying her. Knowing him, he saw it as some form of penance for leaving her all those years ago.

He was sick like that.

She understood him so much better now than she had all those years ago. He carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, and he felt responsible for everything and everyone. He felt the need to make everyone happy and healthy and whole. When he failed or caused harm…he swallowed the guilt and kept it inside him forever.

He grunted and stepped over a small boulder. The shadows were getting deeper by the second, and try as she might she couldn’t make out even a hint of the resort. He’d told her they wandered too far away, but she’d ignored him as she sought some solitude for her outdoor sex session. Stupid list.

Now they were stuck out in the woods with no rescue in sight. More than likely, they would be setting camp for the night and sleeping in the great outdoors. Already, the mosquitoes had bitten every exposed strip of skin she had, and the temperature had dropped rapidly. There wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell she’d make it through the night. Her idea of camping was the Holiday Inn Express, complete with feather pillows and a soft mattress.

Not sleeping bags and rocks poking her in the butt.

As if on cue, Tyler stopped walking and leaned against a tree. “I think we might need to stop for the night. I’m having difficulty seeing. I could wear a flashlight, but it’s still asking for trouble. If I step in a hole and twist my ankle while carrying you, we’ll be sitting ducks.”

“That makes sense, I guess.” She wiggled in his arms. “Are we even heading in the right direction?”

“I think so. We’re following the incline.”

She nodded. “You should check your compass, just to be safe.”

“I can’t.” He flushed. “I don’t have one.”

“Seriously? I thought you had a survival kit in that thing.”

“I do.” He lowered her to her feet. “But I lost my compass.”

She put the bulk of her weight on her good leg and leaned against a tree. There was a good-sized flat clearing in front of them, which is probably why he’d chosen here to stop. “So you have condoms, but no compass? What else do you have in your bag?”

“A lighter, a sleeping bag, water, and a few protein bars.” Her stomach growled at the mention of food, loud enough for the whole forest to hear it. “Which I’m guessing you’d like me to find,” he added subtly.

She dropped her head back against the tree. She couldn’t even muster up the strength to get embarrassed at her bearlike growling stomach. “Yes, please.”

He chuckled and picked her up again. “Let’s go.”

“Wait, what are you doing?” She clung to him. “I thought we were staying here.”

“We are.” He skirted a huge boulder. “But over there, where it’s flat.”

“I could walk there myself,” she said.

“I know, Patient McClumsy. But I’m going to carry you anyway.”

Of course he would, because that’s the kind of guy he was. Compassionate, bossy, stubborn, and irresistible. Once he reached the clearing, he stopped in the middle of it and set her down. She missed his warmth as soon as he let go of her. It might be June, but it was still Colorado. She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. “Thank you.”

He bent down and yanked the sleeping bag out of his backpack, spread it out on the ground, and dug out a handful of protein bars. “Get in this and eat these. It’ll keep you warm while I set up camp.”

She nodded, but looked off into the distance, keeping her weight on her uninjured ankle. “Uh…I have to go…you know…I have to go.”

He looked up at her, his brow furrowed. “Go where?”

“Oh my God. Shoot me now,” she said, fisting her hands.

“I’m trying to—oh.” His eyes lit up with comprehension. He dug around in the bag a little bit, and handed her a roll of toilet paper. “Here.”

She eyed his bag hopefully. “You got a toilet and a shower in there, too, Eagle Scout?”

He laughed. “I wish. It’s not so bad, I promise.”

“Maybe not for you,” she pointed out. “At least you get to stand. I have to squat with my bare butt hanging out like a white flag for all the forest creatures.”

“At least it’s a hot ass.” He stood up and pointed over his shoulder. “I’ll go this way. You go that way. Don’t wander off, though.”