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with the others. Come on.” He grasped her hand, and they ran together, his touch giving her new energy reserves.
    The land undulated as they continued to run through and around more schist and into a stand of trees. Gerard released her hand and led the way through the trees.
    Great view. London almost ran into a tree and ripped her gaze from Gerard’s backside. A low-hanging scratchy branch whipped across her cheek and when she prodded the spot, her fingers came away with blood. Great. Jenny would never let her hear the end of that one.
    On bursting through the trees they came to another obstacle. A huge web of rope pegged to the ground for the competitors to crawl beneath.
    “Oh sugar,” she muttered. “My butt is gonna get caught on that.”
    A chuckle beside her made London realize Gerard had heard her appalled whisper. He sidled up to her and patted her on the butt. “I like your shape. All of it.”
    London’s mouth dropped open before a second bark of laughter had her pressing her lips together. Heat started at her cheeks and spread downward, frisking her breasts and settling at the juncture of her thighs. Sugar, this man had a smooth tongue.
    “Truth,” he said. “Should I go first?”
    “Yes. Then I can form an opinion of your arse.”
    A flash of white showed his amusement. “Sounds fair.” He plunged beneath the rope web and crawled at a steady pace that told her he’d done this many times.
    “Go, London,” Jenny shrieked, her voice holding approval and encouragement.
    Ah, that reverse psychology stuff. Trust, Jenny .
    London took a deep breath and followed Gerard. She wriggled and crawled, both boobs and butt giving her trouble. Finally, what seemed like a hundred hours later, she emerged through the gap at the other end.
    “Good job.” Gerard pressed a kiss to her lips. “Let’s go.”
    Before she could register the kiss and decide what he meant by it, they were off again. Now she was breathless for a different reason.
    The next field held more zombies, ranging in size from young to old. They shrieked and moaned and wobbled and shambled from side to side, in their search for food.
    She spied Jenny ahead, laughing and zipping past two gray-haired zombies. One shook her fist in a very unzombielike gesture. Henry’s rumble of amusement carried on the air.
    “Go, go, go,” Gerard encouraged her and she ran into their territory. She darted left. She darted right. She ran straight ahead. Hands grasped. Hands tugged at her ribbons. One pulled free.
    She kept running and almost lost another ribbon, her quick feint to the left saving her.
    Once she sprinted over the boundary line, she kept running, knowing Gerard would catch her. She glimpsed Henry and Jenny before they disappeared around a corner.
    London huffed and puffed around the same corner and came to an appalled halt.
    “Why are you stopping?”
    “I’m not good with climbing stuff.”
    “No different than climbing a tree,” Gerard said.
    “I don’t do trees. I’ve never climbed trees.” She watched Henry give Jenny a boost up the rope webbing attached to the wall. Her sister crawled up the wall with ease. For an instant, she rested on the top of the wall, then disappeared over the other side.
    “Keep running,” Henry shouted to her sister. “I’ll catch up.”
    He sounded as if he was having fun.
    “I’ll give you a boost and Henry will help you over the top.” Gerard grabbed her before she could argue. She let out a girlie shriek, instinct making her grab for the webbing.
    “Do you need another shove?”
    “No. Let me catch my breath.”
    “Are you sure? I’d love a good reason to grope your butt.”
    “Stop flirting with her,” Henry groused, although London was close enough to see the quirk of his lips. He stretched out his arm and offered his hand. “Grab my hand and I’ll pull you to the top.”
    London doubted he’d be strong enough to pull her up, but her legs were so shaky they weren’t propelling her