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    Run – Chapter 11

    Bo held her hands over Lauren’s eyes and navigated from a few steps behind. ”Don’t peek,” she warned.

    Lauren lightly gripped Bo’s wrists for balance yet she still managed to trip on a few stray branches along the way. ”If this ends in a broken ankle, I will kill you.”

    ”Not to worry. If you were to break anything, I know a great doctor.” Bo felt Lauren’s eyes crinkle into a smile. ”Okay, now you can stop.” Gently, she released her and placed her palms onto Lauren’s shoulders.

    Lauren’s eyes fluttered open. She stood in front of the hut she shared with Kenzi—which seemed to have undergone a renovation during the day. Odd-sized planks of leftover lumber from the compound’s construction were cobbled together with chicken wire and optimism to form a picket fence around the perimeter of the bungalow. It seemed out of place in the tropics, the rain forest no less, and there were just as many gaps in the fence as there were slivers of wood, not unlike the snaggled teeth of an old hag—but to Lauren, it was perfection.

    ”What do you think?” Bo stood behind her, tentative, waiting for her reaction. ”I made it myself.”

    ”This is why you didn’t ride along with me today.” Lauren’s voice skipped with delight. ”Where did you get the white paint?”

    Bo bit her bottom lip. ”I’m not sure it’s paint.”

    Lauren patted the hands still on her shoulders and leaning her head to one side, she whispered, ”It’s beautiful.”

    Lauren felt Bo back away. This is the closest Bo had ever been to her front door.

    ”Well, I’ll see you at dinner. Kenzi hates it when I start cooking this late.” Bo shifted her weight from side to side.

    ”Wait.” Lauren grabbed Bo by the wrist. ”The sunset is amazing. Watch it with me?”

    Bo hesitated, then stepped up to the old bus seat on the bungalow’s veranda but instead of joining her, Lauren pushed open the door leading inside the cabin.

    ”The view’s even more amazing from here,” Lauren glowed.

    Lauren looked at Bo sitting with her hands gripping the edges of the seat, Bo’s lips slightly parted, and her eyes wide and tense.

    ”And what about Kenzi?”

    Lauren took Bo’s hands into hers. ”This is about us.”

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    1. That was fantastic you had me worried for a while there I didn’t think you were going to put them back together when they left I thought that was it but the end was just perfect I really enjoyed this story and I hope you post something soon.

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