18
Peter
I set a brisk pace, determined to get back to the house quickly. Already, the sky is darkening on the horizon, the air cooling and thickening. The storm is coming faster than predicted; we have maybe a couple of hours before it hits, and I can’t ping the guys to pick us up. After dropping me off, Anton took the helicopter to pick up a few supplies in Tokyo, and he wouldn’t be back in time.
I should’ve chosen some other day for this demonstration.
Oh, well. No point in worrying about it now. As we get to a flatter part of the trail, I pick up the pace further, and Sara shifts her grip on me, looping her arms around my neck as she leans forward.
“Is this okay?” she murmurs in my ear, and I nod.
“Fine. Just don’t choke me,” I tell her.
“Are you sure you don’t want to let me do
