Past
Brianne took a deep breath. Walking two miles to the labour yards was one thing but hobbling on one foot was another. She had barley walked five steps and felt exhausted.
She couldn't explain the feeling she felt when Dodger pulled her to her feet. His touch was like a lighting bolt traveling up her side and tickling her each and every muscle and nerve. She didn't know why she got these feelings when ever Jack came near her. He was a man and they always led to trouble. John was trouble and her father was trouble. They either left you or hit you. But Dodger… she could never see him doing any of those things. And that kiss…
She gave her head a slight shake then hopped forward. By the time she was hopping home her ankle had started throb again and had swollen at least twice as much. Dodger's cabin was in plain view. It looked warm and Brianne could see smoke rising from the chimney. All though Australia's days were unbelievably hot the nights were cold and frigid. Her thin cotton shirt and skirt didn't provide much warmth in the minus 10 temperatures .
She could go to his cabin. He wouldn't mind if she sat down in his cabin for a few minutes then went on her way.
No
she couldn't do that, what would people think?
His shirt was still around her ankle. Slowly she bent down and unravelled the shirt from her ankle. A sharp blast of pain came over her ankle. She grit her teethe then came to her feet. Slowly she slipped her arms into the large cotton shirt. It felt like a piece of him around her shoulders. She shook her head then ripped the garment off of herself. He was a man no matter how gentle or handsome.
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