corrected May
corrected May harshly.
They walked on in silence another quarter of a mile, until they passed a couple entwined in a heated embrace under the shade of a peach tree a small way off the path. Raising his eyebrows at them, Carlisle broke the silence by saying, âThey really are uncommonly friendly here. I think itâs high time we located Sheila. I suspect the sooner we get out of here the better for all of us.â
âAmen to that.â
âWhen we find her, I donât want you to let her out of yourââ Carlisle stopped short on the path and cocked his head to the side.
âWhat is it?â asked May, stopping along with him.
âWhat color was that dress Sheila had on this morning?â He gestured up and down the length of his body and scowled disapprovingly, âYou know the one I mean.â
âGold, I think. Why?â
âThatâs what I thought,â he said. He took three large steps backward, glared in the direction of the peach tree and darted off the path.
Carlisle had the boy by the scruff of the neck when May finally caught up to him, breathless. He yanked the young man onto his feet and gave him a shove that sent him reeling. May caught a brief glimpse of the boyâs handsome frightened face as he glanced over his shoulder at Carlisle, before finding his feet again and scrambling away.
Sheila slipped behind the peach tree and clutched the trunk, her lips cherry red, full and flushed from the kiss.
âYou donât even know him,â Carlisle yelled, following her around the tree with his hands on his hips as she sidestepped around the trunk. He stopped and dashed the other way with the same agility and speed that had allowed him to out-fox Fowler.
Sheila shrieked, left the tree
They walked on in silence another quarter of a mile, until they passed a couple entwined in a heated embrace under the shade of a peach tree a small way off the path. Raising his eyebrows at them, Carlisle broke the silence by saying, âThey really are uncommonly friendly here. I think itâs high time we located Sheila. I suspect the sooner we get out of here the better for all of us.â
âAmen to that.â
âWhen we find her, I donât want you to let her out of yourââ Carlisle stopped short on the path and cocked his head to the side.
âWhat is it?â asked May, stopping along with him.
âWhat color was that dress Sheila had on this morning?â He gestured up and down the length of his body and scowled disapprovingly, âYou know the one I mean.â
âGold, I think. Why?â
âThatâs what I thought,â he said. He took three large steps backward, glared in the direction of the peach tree and darted off the path.
Carlisle had the boy by the scruff of the neck when May finally caught up to him, breathless. He yanked the young man onto his feet and gave him a shove that sent him reeling. May caught a brief glimpse of the boyâs handsome frightened face as he glanced over his shoulder at Carlisle, before finding his feet again and scrambling away.
Sheila slipped behind the peach tree and clutched the trunk, her lips cherry red, full and flushed from the kiss.
âYou donât even know him,â Carlisle yelled, following her around the tree with his hands on his hips as she sidestepped around the trunk. He stopped and dashed the other way with the same agility and speed that had allowed him to out-fox Fowler.
Sheila shrieked, left the tree