“How noble you are,” said Thea as Anthony began to wade the creek.
He smiled at Thea’s sarcasm, but soon his attention was focused solely on not letting the current pull him further downstream.
Despite the narrowness, it was surprisingly deep, the water reaching to Anthony’s knees at one point. He was just glad that he’d brought rain boots with him. Unlike Thea, who had tried to cross the bridge in nothing but tennis shoes. He rolled his eyes.
He didn’t know why he was doing this. Maybe it was because when he’d seen Thea step onto the bridge, he’d thought the worst. Had he driven her to do something desperate, if not suicidal? Terror mixed with sheer rage had propelled him forward until he’d plucked her from harm’s way for a second time. The woman was bound and determined to get herself
