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pole placed horizontally, only eight inches from the ground. Rhys grunted behind her and she grinned as she took a running step at the six-foot wall in front of her, swinging up and over easily, dropping again to go under the next pole. She had the advantage when going under, being more slender than Rhys. Thank god she didn’t have big boobs or she’d be in trouble.
As it was, Rhys almost caught up to her. She needed some distance between them and pushed herself harder, not thinking, just moving fast and sure. Down, roll, up, leap and push over the wall. Two more times and then she was through.
Hanging rings were the next obstacle. She jumped and grabbed the first one, swinging her way through them in a rhythm. She could just see Rhys in her peripheral vision, a look of determination on his face. He so didn’t want her to win. She laughed as she grabbed the next ring.
His gaze snapped to her and his outstretched hand missed the ring he needed. She didn’t look back, but took advantage of his mistake, keeping her eyes focused on what lay ahead of her. She needed that extra second for what was coming next.
She swung hard with the last ring to make it across the line on the floor, bending her knees to take the shock of the landing. Ahead of her was a metal tunnel, only two feet wide, that snaked along the floor and ended in a twenty-five meter, covered pool. Being a SEAL, Rhys would probably kick her butt swimming underwater, so she needed as much time ahead of him as she could get.
She dove into the tunnel, the cold metal of it banging her knees. She moved as fast as she could, now unable to check on Rhys’s progress. Darkness grew as she crawled and water began to cover her hands and knees as the tunnel sloped downwards into the dark pool. She slowed fractionally and mentally kicked herself.
This is just the tunnel, Cat. You’ve done it hundreds of times. It’s a pool, not a river.
This obstacle posed more of a mental challenge than a physical one. Especially for her. She splashed her way further into the dark. The cold water rose past her elbows now. It was a gradual incline into the pool, with the last five meters completely submerged in the narrow confines of the darkened tube. She turned her head to the side to get her last breath of air before plunging in fully. Her legs kicked powerfully, while her arms pulled her along gripping the sides of the tunnel. Her lungs began to burn and her heartrate climbed too high, but there wasn’t much she could do about that. The tunnel was too narrow to turn around. She had to keep going forward.
Almost done. Keep going.
Within seconds she was at the end and out into open water. Here, some light shone down around the edges of the pool cover and her heartrate steadied. Then, she mentally cursed.
Rhys waited ahead of her, watching her tunnel. She glared as much as she could while holding her breath like a puffer fish. She didn’t need his help.
He grinned and let some air bubbles out before turning and swimming like a freaking fish to the other end. She was a decent swimmer, but Rhys was something else entirely. She pulled through the water as hard as she could, but he was at least three body lengths ahead of her before she reached the end.
She pulled herself up and out, dragging in a huge breath while still moving toward the final obstacle. A fifteen-foot rope net.
Rhys was halfway up. She ran and leapt as high as she could, the ropes slipping a little in her wet hands, but she held firm. She used her upper body as much as her lower, pushing herself hard. Her panting breaths competed with her heartbeat thundering in her ears. Everything burned—her arms, her legs, her lungs.
She couldn’t seem to gain on Rhys, but he wasn’t pulling ahead. He looked back at one point and his eyes widened.
That’s right , she thought. I’m almost on you.
His hand touched the bar at the top and in an incredible athletic feat he pulled himself up and swung
As it was, Rhys almost caught up to her. She needed some distance between them and pushed herself harder, not thinking, just moving fast and sure. Down, roll, up, leap and push over the wall. Two more times and then she was through.
Hanging rings were the next obstacle. She jumped and grabbed the first one, swinging her way through them in a rhythm. She could just see Rhys in her peripheral vision, a look of determination on his face. He so didn’t want her to win. She laughed as she grabbed the next ring.
His gaze snapped to her and his outstretched hand missed the ring he needed. She didn’t look back, but took advantage of his mistake, keeping her eyes focused on what lay ahead of her. She needed that extra second for what was coming next.
She swung hard with the last ring to make it across the line on the floor, bending her knees to take the shock of the landing. Ahead of her was a metal tunnel, only two feet wide, that snaked along the floor and ended in a twenty-five meter, covered pool. Being a SEAL, Rhys would probably kick her butt swimming underwater, so she needed as much time ahead of him as she could get.
She dove into the tunnel, the cold metal of it banging her knees. She moved as fast as she could, now unable to check on Rhys’s progress. Darkness grew as she crawled and water began to cover her hands and knees as the tunnel sloped downwards into the dark pool. She slowed fractionally and mentally kicked herself.
This is just the tunnel, Cat. You’ve done it hundreds of times. It’s a pool, not a river.
This obstacle posed more of a mental challenge than a physical one. Especially for her. She splashed her way further into the dark. The cold water rose past her elbows now. It was a gradual incline into the pool, with the last five meters completely submerged in the narrow confines of the darkened tube. She turned her head to the side to get her last breath of air before plunging in fully. Her legs kicked powerfully, while her arms pulled her along gripping the sides of the tunnel. Her lungs began to burn and her heartrate climbed too high, but there wasn’t much she could do about that. The tunnel was too narrow to turn around. She had to keep going forward.
Almost done. Keep going.
Within seconds she was at the end and out into open water. Here, some light shone down around the edges of the pool cover and her heartrate steadied. Then, she mentally cursed.
Rhys waited ahead of her, watching her tunnel. She glared as much as she could while holding her breath like a puffer fish. She didn’t need his help.
He grinned and let some air bubbles out before turning and swimming like a freaking fish to the other end. She was a decent swimmer, but Rhys was something else entirely. She pulled through the water as hard as she could, but he was at least three body lengths ahead of her before she reached the end.
She pulled herself up and out, dragging in a huge breath while still moving toward the final obstacle. A fifteen-foot rope net.
Rhys was halfway up. She ran and leapt as high as she could, the ropes slipping a little in her wet hands, but she held firm. She used her upper body as much as her lower, pushing herself hard. Her panting breaths competed with her heartbeat thundering in her ears. Everything burned—her arms, her legs, her lungs.
She couldn’t seem to gain on Rhys, but he wasn’t pulling ahead. He looked back at one point and his eyes widened.
That’s right , she thought. I’m almost on you.
His hand touched the bar at the top and in an incredible athletic feat he pulled himself up and swung
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