stung her eyes in response to the immense sense of togetherness she was witnessing. Not once had anyone laughed at him for being afraid. Surely, this was down to the way Jason had encouraged them to work as a team from day one at the camp.
Escorted all the remaining distance to the summit, Corey eventually made it to the top and was immediately pulled into a group hug. Applause and cheers rang out, and she joined in, awash with an overwhelming sense of pride for both Corey and Jason, who had very quickly become her hero.
On the way back to the coach, she caught up to Jason. “You were amazing today. Thank you so much for what you did for Corey. I’m sure he’ll never forget you.”
Jason shrugged. “Yeah? Well, now you can see why I love my job so much.”
It was true. He was every bit in his element here. He was in the right place for him. And that both saddened and thrilled her. The contradiction of her feelings was becoming familiar to her.
****
When the coach arrived back at the camp, Jason went straight to his cabin. Before entering, he had decided to gather a few flowers from his wild garden. The blues, yellows, and pinks of the wild blooms were so pretty they would surely impress Stevie. This train of thought suddenly concerned him. Although…why do I want to impress her? He shook his head. There was no point trying to analyse the garbled emotions racing around his psyche at the moment. He’d been on a rollercoaster ride for the last twenty-four or so hours, and she was only here for a few days. Nothing could happen, even if he wanted it to. This was a fateful meeting meant to bring closure to them both. The sooner he accepted that the better.
He checked around the cabin and tidied away the sheet music he’d been going through. He placed his guitar back in its stand and cleared the dirty laundry from his bedroom floor into the hamper. Not that he was expecting her to spend any time in there . Of course not. He was merely thinking there was always the possibility he would show her around. That’s all. Nothing else.
Not. A. Thing.
When stepping out of his cabin again, he caught the aroma of chef’s chilli wafting on the slight breeze from the main cabin. His stomach growled, protesting its emptiness and he set off. When he arrived at the main hut, she was once again nowhere to be seen. He grabbed a quick bite to eat and then went back to collect his guitar and make his way to the log circle near the clearing, ready for the evening’s camp fire sing along.
Harry, one of the other camp staff, had already collected the logs and set the fire going. The huge bags of marshmallows and toasting forks were on the small wooden table. Everything was set. Jason smiled as he took his seat and began to tune his guitar.
He hadn’t sung in a long while. Under normal circumstances, Dorcas did all the singing. She’d studied music at university and had a beautiful voice, apart from when she was listening to her iPod and singing along. It amazed Jason that someone so musical could sound like a strangled cat. Tonight, he needed to change things around. The trouble was there were only so many songs that he was confident singing and playing. One in particular was a song that brought back painful memories. Should he do it? Should he take the plunge? He wasn’t sure.
“So, are you going to sing tonight, Jason?” Dorcas must have read his mind. She sat beside him on a large tree stump in front of the fire.
He shook his head. He still hadn’t quite made his mind up. “Oh…I don’t know about that.”
She smiled. “You forget that I’ve heard you singing in the shower.”
Oh God, not that again. She makes it sound like she was in there with me. “Yeah, well…less said about that the better, I think.”
She bit her lip. “Oh, I don’t know. I liked it.”
Oh great and now she’s flirting with me again . “Well, be thankful you only heard me through the wall, eh? Up close and personal may not be
Escorted all the remaining distance to the summit, Corey eventually made it to the top and was immediately pulled into a group hug. Applause and cheers rang out, and she joined in, awash with an overwhelming sense of pride for both Corey and Jason, who had very quickly become her hero.
On the way back to the coach, she caught up to Jason. “You were amazing today. Thank you so much for what you did for Corey. I’m sure he’ll never forget you.”
Jason shrugged. “Yeah? Well, now you can see why I love my job so much.”
It was true. He was every bit in his element here. He was in the right place for him. And that both saddened and thrilled her. The contradiction of her feelings was becoming familiar to her.
****
When the coach arrived back at the camp, Jason went straight to his cabin. Before entering, he had decided to gather a few flowers from his wild garden. The blues, yellows, and pinks of the wild blooms were so pretty they would surely impress Stevie. This train of thought suddenly concerned him. Although…why do I want to impress her? He shook his head. There was no point trying to analyse the garbled emotions racing around his psyche at the moment. He’d been on a rollercoaster ride for the last twenty-four or so hours, and she was only here for a few days. Nothing could happen, even if he wanted it to. This was a fateful meeting meant to bring closure to them both. The sooner he accepted that the better.
He checked around the cabin and tidied away the sheet music he’d been going through. He placed his guitar back in its stand and cleared the dirty laundry from his bedroom floor into the hamper. Not that he was expecting her to spend any time in there . Of course not. He was merely thinking there was always the possibility he would show her around. That’s all. Nothing else.
Not. A. Thing.
When stepping out of his cabin again, he caught the aroma of chef’s chilli wafting on the slight breeze from the main cabin. His stomach growled, protesting its emptiness and he set off. When he arrived at the main hut, she was once again nowhere to be seen. He grabbed a quick bite to eat and then went back to collect his guitar and make his way to the log circle near the clearing, ready for the evening’s camp fire sing along.
Harry, one of the other camp staff, had already collected the logs and set the fire going. The huge bags of marshmallows and toasting forks were on the small wooden table. Everything was set. Jason smiled as he took his seat and began to tune his guitar.
He hadn’t sung in a long while. Under normal circumstances, Dorcas did all the singing. She’d studied music at university and had a beautiful voice, apart from when she was listening to her iPod and singing along. It amazed Jason that someone so musical could sound like a strangled cat. Tonight, he needed to change things around. The trouble was there were only so many songs that he was confident singing and playing. One in particular was a song that brought back painful memories. Should he do it? Should he take the plunge? He wasn’t sure.
“So, are you going to sing tonight, Jason?” Dorcas must have read his mind. She sat beside him on a large tree stump in front of the fire.
He shook his head. He still hadn’t quite made his mind up. “Oh…I don’t know about that.”
She smiled. “You forget that I’ve heard you singing in the shower.”
Oh God, not that again. She makes it sound like she was in there with me. “Yeah, well…less said about that the better, I think.”
She bit her lip. “Oh, I don’t know. I liked it.”
Oh great and now she’s flirting with me again . “Well, be thankful you only heard me through the wall, eh? Up close and personal may not be
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