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If you can hear us, God be with you, Chambers, you’re in our prayers.”
Violet switched the radio off, unable to hear anymore. It was too alarming a reminder of what an idiot she was being.
With a sigh, she made her way back into the living room. Barbara was gone, and Remy had fallen asleep on the couch. Or perhaps he’d passed out on the couch. Violet smiled. Good. He needed rest. Barbara had done a nice job with his hair, keeping it short on the sides with a few inches of hair left on top, putting his gorgeous face on full display. Even as he glowered in his sleep, his striking face could not be denied.
His arm was slung high over his head, causing the black t-shirt to creep up his hard stomach, revealing his powerful abs once more. They rose and fell with varying intensity, and Violet sighed when she realized he had yet to take one deep, solid breath. His feet jutted out from the tapered dark washed jeans, and never stopped moving, even as he slept.
She concluded that she’d let him sleep for at least half an hour. Then they’d have to be on their way. He was right, they couldn’t stay in one place for too long. Now that he was sleeping—or as close to sleeping as he was going to get--Violet thought, it was the perfect time to find out how to get her hands on some gasoline for the boat.
She looked around the living area. But where had Barbara gone?
“Barbara?” Violet whispered, searching room after room. When she opened the door to the basement, she hesitated, then slowly began making her way down the concrete steps. She pulled on the lamp cord as she moved, illuminating the musky basement in light. The first thing that caught her eye were a couple of bright red gas buckets tucked into the corner of the frigid basement.
She bounded down the rest of the uneven steps and leapt for the gas cans, saying a prayer of thanks when she realized they were both full to the top.
“Thank you god,” she whispered, taking a can in each hand before turning on her heel.
The sight that met her stopped Violet dead in her tracks.
She bit back a scream, and the cans slipped from her hands.
***
Moments later, Violet raced back into the living room where Remy still slept, with the duffle bag on her shoulder and a gas can in each hand, attempting to cross the wood floors as quickly and quietly as she could.
She made her way around the couch, setting down the bag and cans long enough to shake Remy’s shoulder gingerly, attempting to wake him as gently as possible. He didn’t budge.
She shook him with a little more force, gasping from the pit of her stomach when his eyes flew open, and he took both of her arms in a grip so tight it stole her breath. In a flash, Violet was on her back in the middle of the couch with Remy above her, large hand around her neck.
At the sight of her porcelain face below him, looking wild and terrified, Remy immediately raised his hand from her neck. The sudden adrenaline wore off instantly, weakening him once more, and sending him down to his elbows, so close that the tip of his nose nearly brushed hers. Violet’s hands were raised over her head, making her breasts stand at attention, heaving just inches from his bare chest. Remy cradled himself on either side of her body, his own eyes wide with shock and fear. He dropped his head, and when he looked back up, a soft hint of concern flashed across his eyes.
“I’m sorry. I have these nightmares…” Remy faltered. The concern was gone in an instant, and he was looking at her with his signature glower once more. “I was hoping you’d come to your senses, and wouldn’t be here when I woke up.”
“Archibald.” Violet wasn’t sure if she was shaking from the sudden and frightening way Remy had just thrown her onto that couch, or from what she’d just seen in Barbara’s basement. “Archibald, we have the get the hell out of here.”
Suddenly frustrated and angry, once more, Remy lashed
Violet switched the radio off, unable to hear anymore. It was too alarming a reminder of what an idiot she was being.
With a sigh, she made her way back into the living room. Barbara was gone, and Remy had fallen asleep on the couch. Or perhaps he’d passed out on the couch. Violet smiled. Good. He needed rest. Barbara had done a nice job with his hair, keeping it short on the sides with a few inches of hair left on top, putting his gorgeous face on full display. Even as he glowered in his sleep, his striking face could not be denied.
His arm was slung high over his head, causing the black t-shirt to creep up his hard stomach, revealing his powerful abs once more. They rose and fell with varying intensity, and Violet sighed when she realized he had yet to take one deep, solid breath. His feet jutted out from the tapered dark washed jeans, and never stopped moving, even as he slept.
She concluded that she’d let him sleep for at least half an hour. Then they’d have to be on their way. He was right, they couldn’t stay in one place for too long. Now that he was sleeping—or as close to sleeping as he was going to get--Violet thought, it was the perfect time to find out how to get her hands on some gasoline for the boat.
She looked around the living area. But where had Barbara gone?
“Barbara?” Violet whispered, searching room after room. When she opened the door to the basement, she hesitated, then slowly began making her way down the concrete steps. She pulled on the lamp cord as she moved, illuminating the musky basement in light. The first thing that caught her eye were a couple of bright red gas buckets tucked into the corner of the frigid basement.
She bounded down the rest of the uneven steps and leapt for the gas cans, saying a prayer of thanks when she realized they were both full to the top.
“Thank you god,” she whispered, taking a can in each hand before turning on her heel.
The sight that met her stopped Violet dead in her tracks.
She bit back a scream, and the cans slipped from her hands.
***
Moments later, Violet raced back into the living room where Remy still slept, with the duffle bag on her shoulder and a gas can in each hand, attempting to cross the wood floors as quickly and quietly as she could.
She made her way around the couch, setting down the bag and cans long enough to shake Remy’s shoulder gingerly, attempting to wake him as gently as possible. He didn’t budge.
She shook him with a little more force, gasping from the pit of her stomach when his eyes flew open, and he took both of her arms in a grip so tight it stole her breath. In a flash, Violet was on her back in the middle of the couch with Remy above her, large hand around her neck.
At the sight of her porcelain face below him, looking wild and terrified, Remy immediately raised his hand from her neck. The sudden adrenaline wore off instantly, weakening him once more, and sending him down to his elbows, so close that the tip of his nose nearly brushed hers. Violet’s hands were raised over her head, making her breasts stand at attention, heaving just inches from his bare chest. Remy cradled himself on either side of her body, his own eyes wide with shock and fear. He dropped his head, and when he looked back up, a soft hint of concern flashed across his eyes.
“I’m sorry. I have these nightmares…” Remy faltered. The concern was gone in an instant, and he was looking at her with his signature glower once more. “I was hoping you’d come to your senses, and wouldn’t be here when I woke up.”
“Archibald.” Violet wasn’t sure if she was shaking from the sudden and frightening way Remy had just thrown her onto that couch, or from what she’d just seen in Barbara’s basement. “Archibald, we have the get the hell out of here.”
Suddenly frustrated and angry, once more, Remy lashed
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