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Natural Disaster
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo / Google Play -- EXCERPT: A shadow stands up from the sand. One shadow. Theo. Alone. He’s standing in sand that has been thoroughly fucked up by a plane landing on it, and that motherfucker, that green-eyed innocent who needed encouragement to fuck June, is alone. What happened to her? He looks rough, but not particularly beaten. Not shot. The relief is threaded through with stark cold fear. Where the hell is June? I’m running before I realize it. Before I’ve had time to catch my breath and assess the situation. Doesn’t matter at all that I’ve just run through the jungle. I could run forever, but I don’t have to. It’s against mission protocol to drop my entire backpack on the ground, but I shrug it off and let it fall. Theo turns at the sound. I have two strides to notice his black eye--he has a black eye, someone hit him--and then I’m on top of him. “Where is she? Where the fuck is she?” He’s just strong enough to stay upright when my fists collide with his chest. His shirt pulls tight in my fists. The crash of the ocean is loud in my ears, or maybe it’s my pulse. “Don’t.” I want him to tell me she went for a swim. That she’s hiding behind the goddamn jungle leaves. That she’s building a fucking sandcastle. Anything to disprove the desolation in his beautiful dark eyes. Don’t. That one word is my worst nightmare. “What did you do with her?” I shout into his face. His cheeks are red with the fight and the bruise under his eye is going a deep purple already. It speaks to the force of the hit. I want to brush it with my fingertips, want to demand to know who did it so I can kill them, and that would be the wrong fucking thing, because he’s here and June’s not and her absence strikes me as offensively wrong. I’ve gone wrong. I’ve gone so fucking wrong. I shouldn’t want her here at all, but I do. I shouldn’t be relieved that he’s here, but I am. I shouldn’t want to punch him and kiss him at the same time. “I’m sorry,” he says, his voice hoarse. A heartbeat passes, maybe two, and I back him up toward nothing, toward more sand, and drag him in closer. I make my voice dangerously soft. “Sorry about what, Theo?” He doesn’t make any move to touch me. He doesn’t lift his hands to shove me off. He just…looks away. “I didn’t want to ruin her, Carter. We were touching her. Kissing her.” “We fucked her six ways to Sunday. I know that. What did you do?” “I saved her the only way I could. By sending her away.” 
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