“But how did you know where I was?”
He pocketed my panties as a slow grin spread across his lips. “Wild strawberries don’t come into season until early June. I followed your scent.”
“You think I smell like strawberries?”
“Yes.”
“That's some powerful sniffer you’ve got there.”
“I’m a shifter, remember?”
“You never let me forget.”
“Getting you out of there is going to be a bitch with the zero clothing you’re wearing. As it is, I’ll be spending the rest of the afternoon plucking blackberry thorns from your sweet ass.”
Damn. If that didn’t sound so humiliating, and if I didn’t know that Brody would never let me forget this, I would have been seriously turned on. Lately, my life had become one bad cable movie after another.
“Will you just get me out of here?”
Brody let go of an arrogant chuckle. “I’m checking the rope before I come down. Hold on a minute.”
“You don’t need to come down. Just throw me the rope already and pull me up.”
“I’ll rappel down and we’ll come back up together.”
Good-bye, last shred of pride.
A few minutes later Brody lowered himself over the cliffside.
I reached toward him. Loose sand below me tumbled.
“Don’t move.”
“I’m trying to help.” Being a damsel in distress didn’t come naturally to me. Even as Brody’s jeans outlined his firm ass, dangling at eye level.
Some women loved ripped abs, while others preferred built biceps. I’m not picky. I love them all.
“Ready?”
“This might be a little late to mention,” I said, “but have you done this lots before?”
“Never.” I could hear the grin in his voice. He was actually enjoying this.
Coming alongside me, he handed me a bandana from his pocket. “Wrap it around whichever wrist is in the worst shape.”
My heart jackhammered with his proximity.
Brody tossed me a pair of work gloves. Producing a pair of small shears from his pocket, he snipped away at the brambles encircling me.
As much as I hated being snagged, the dropping foliage was making me nervous.
“I’m going to pass these to you so you can work from your side. We’ll secure the rope before cutting away the final layers.”
“Can’t you pull me out of here?”
“Patience. Now snip away and I’ll have you out of here in a jiffy.”
When I was finally free of the brambles, Brody tied himself chest-to-chest with me. His rock-hard abs felt amazing, but so did knowing I was not going to die today.