Brian put his long, toned arm around her shoulders.
Moira was startled by his touch, not because she wasn’t expecting it, but because of the way it made her feel. She felt a jolt of adrenaline at his gentle yet firm touch. She couldn’t keep her head clear with his body so close to her side. Her breathing became labored; she had to force herself to breathe. She tripped over her own feet and almost fell to the ground. Brian caught her, his brow furrowed in concern.
What’s wrong with me? she thought, feeling her face flush with heat. That was really peculiar. I must be tired from my walk here, she decided.
Brian was exiting the small store with a few sacks tossed over his shoulder. He looked down to check his list just as a quick movement by the door caught his eye. He looked up in time to see a blur of black dive off the front porch. He had been walking around in a daze, and he wasn’t sure if he had really seen it or not. Maybe he was having hallucinations, because he had been obsessing about seeing Moira all morning. Shaking his head to clear away the slight hangover, he pushed the door open and looked to his left to see a large bush wearing shoes. He wasn’t real great with all plants, but he did know that most of them didn’t have feet.
And if they did, they didn’t walk much, so why would they need shoes?
“Run.” The soft whisper in her ear sounded like a shout as it cut through the pitch-black hiding place. “On my word, you take off running east, find a safe place to hide, and then wait for me. I promise I will find you.” His masculine voice cracked with emotion.
After the nightmare she had just endured, she knew he was the only person she could still trust. She waited; the silence surrounded her like a heavy blanket threatening suffocation. “Run!” he shouted, and they took off in opposite directions.