expression.
“Have you been with a blind man before?” he asked.
Her fingers paused. “No. Why did you ask that?”
He turned and walked toward the fire again. Disappointment flooded her. Had she offended him in some way with her impulsive dirty talk? He bent and picked up the dead rabbit.
“Because you’d be a smash hit at Porn for the Blind ,” he muttered.
“Is that a bad thing?” she asked him uncertainly.
He paused and turned. “No, I’d say it’s a very, very good thing. I just want to get some food in you, and you were distracting me. But I guess you already knew that,” he said dryly.
She swallowed and began to button up her jacket.
“You’re not putting all your clothes on, are you?” he asked sharply.
“No . . . just the bare essentials.”
“Good. I’m going to be getting you out of them soon enough,” she thought she heard him mutter thickly under his breath. She smiled, warmed to know she hadn’t offended him.
“Do me a favor and reach into the inner zippered pocket of my coat and give me that little box you find in there,” he said.
Jennifer scrambled up from the ground, hopping when she stepped on a stick in her socked foot. She lifted his coat and shook off the soil.
“You mean the first aid kit?” she asked a few seconds later, lifting a small plastic box free of the pocket. She was glad she hadn’t flattened it during their lovemaking.
“Yeah. Just take out all the contents and zipper them back in the pocket. Be careful not to get things too dirty. Then bring me the plastic container.”
She did as he asked, then located her hiking boots, sliding them on without lacing them. She handed him the plastic box a few seconds later.
“Do you want some help?” she asked, looking doubtfully at the limp body of the rabbit dangling next to his knee.
“Do you really want to?”
“Well . . .”
“I didn’t think so,” he said, his mouth tilted into a smile. He disappeared into the shadows. She knelt by the fire.
“I’m not that prissy, you know. I grew up in the hills, too.”
“Yeah, I know,” he said, his deep voice resounding from the distance. “Kentucky, right? If I hadn’t already read it somewhere, I would have known it from the accent that creeps into your voice once in a while. They always made out that you were a rags-to-riches story. Do you really know anything about hunting or preparing game in the wild?”
“Well, no. I actually lived in a subdivision and my father was an accountant. But the hills and woods were just a stone’s throw away,” she added quickly. “I ran around in the woods with my friends every day, and I knew plenty of people who did eat things like rabbits for dinner.”
“Yeah, you can get a real mix of people in northern Kentucky,” he said, surprising her by not laughing at the truth behind the sensational allegations that she’d gone from hillbilly to Hollywood princess overnight. Jennifer had corrected the press ad nauseam. The public seemed to adore that particular trope, however, and the media had perpetuated it.
She sat for several minutes in silence. Despite her assurances that she wasn’t unused to the ways of the woods, nausea swelled in her belly when she considered what John was doing at the periphery of the cave. A vision of shockingly scarlet, spattered blood flashed into her mind’s eye.
“Couldn’t we just eat the protein bars?” she called across the expanse.
“We should save them. Who knows how long we’ll be down here? Enzo might not be so lucky hunting tomorrow. The meat won’t keep forever.”
Jennifer frowned as she stared at the flickering little fire, realizing he was right. After several moments of silence, she couldn’t refrain from asking, “Is there really such a thing as Porn for the Blind ?”
“Yeah,” he said, grunting slightly as though he’d answered in the midst of doing something effortful. She heard water splashing from the darkness. “Does that surprise
“Have you been with a blind man before?” he asked.
Her fingers paused. “No. Why did you ask that?”
He turned and walked toward the fire again. Disappointment flooded her. Had she offended him in some way with her impulsive dirty talk? He bent and picked up the dead rabbit.
“Because you’d be a smash hit at Porn for the Blind ,” he muttered.
“Is that a bad thing?” she asked him uncertainly.
He paused and turned. “No, I’d say it’s a very, very good thing. I just want to get some food in you, and you were distracting me. But I guess you already knew that,” he said dryly.
She swallowed and began to button up her jacket.
“You’re not putting all your clothes on, are you?” he asked sharply.
“No . . . just the bare essentials.”
“Good. I’m going to be getting you out of them soon enough,” she thought she heard him mutter thickly under his breath. She smiled, warmed to know she hadn’t offended him.
“Do me a favor and reach into the inner zippered pocket of my coat and give me that little box you find in there,” he said.
Jennifer scrambled up from the ground, hopping when she stepped on a stick in her socked foot. She lifted his coat and shook off the soil.
“You mean the first aid kit?” she asked a few seconds later, lifting a small plastic box free of the pocket. She was glad she hadn’t flattened it during their lovemaking.
“Yeah. Just take out all the contents and zipper them back in the pocket. Be careful not to get things too dirty. Then bring me the plastic container.”
She did as he asked, then located her hiking boots, sliding them on without lacing them. She handed him the plastic box a few seconds later.
“Do you want some help?” she asked, looking doubtfully at the limp body of the rabbit dangling next to his knee.
“Do you really want to?”
“Well . . .”
“I didn’t think so,” he said, his mouth tilted into a smile. He disappeared into the shadows. She knelt by the fire.
“I’m not that prissy, you know. I grew up in the hills, too.”
“Yeah, I know,” he said, his deep voice resounding from the distance. “Kentucky, right? If I hadn’t already read it somewhere, I would have known it from the accent that creeps into your voice once in a while. They always made out that you were a rags-to-riches story. Do you really know anything about hunting or preparing game in the wild?”
“Well, no. I actually lived in a subdivision and my father was an accountant. But the hills and woods were just a stone’s throw away,” she added quickly. “I ran around in the woods with my friends every day, and I knew plenty of people who did eat things like rabbits for dinner.”
“Yeah, you can get a real mix of people in northern Kentucky,” he said, surprising her by not laughing at the truth behind the sensational allegations that she’d gone from hillbilly to Hollywood princess overnight. Jennifer had corrected the press ad nauseam. The public seemed to adore that particular trope, however, and the media had perpetuated it.
She sat for several minutes in silence. Despite her assurances that she wasn’t unused to the ways of the woods, nausea swelled in her belly when she considered what John was doing at the periphery of the cave. A vision of shockingly scarlet, spattered blood flashed into her mind’s eye.
“Couldn’t we just eat the protein bars?” she called across the expanse.
“We should save them. Who knows how long we’ll be down here? Enzo might not be so lucky hunting tomorrow. The meat won’t keep forever.”
Jennifer frowned as she stared at the flickering little fire, realizing he was right. After several moments of silence, she couldn’t refrain from asking, “Is there really such a thing as Porn for the Blind ?”
“Yeah,” he said, grunting slightly as though he’d answered in the midst of doing something effortful. She heard water splashing from the darkness. “Does that surprise
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