Oddly enough, I hadn’t thought about my book deal much since getting on the island and meeting Dean. Thinking about it now kind of made me feel… unclean. Like I was deceiving him. I didn’t care for that much. Would he hold it against me once we were out of here?
Was there anything for us when we were out of here, I wondered. Why was I even thinking that?
Lana and Leon were still discussing my ankle, though. Did it hurt to walk? Did I think I’d be able to perform in challenges? What about helping out around camp? I endured their grilling, answering mostly with “I don’t know” and “Yes, but it hurts.” Lana finally revealed the reason behind her grilling. “Leon’s joined our alliance,” she revealed. I glanced up at the big tattooed guy and he nodded at me.
“I’ll have to tell Dean,” I murmured, not sure what to think of this. Another person? We had five for sure, then, if Will was still with us. “Do you think the other five have allied?”
“Nope,” said Leon. “Shanna’s on my team and we haven’t been approached by anyone. She’ll vote with me when the next Judgment comes.”
So that was six, really. That sure seemed like a lot of people if only ten were left. I said nothing though, since Lana was running the show and she seemed utterly confident in her actions. “So what’s the plan?”
“We’re merging, which you would know if you had checked your Island Mail,” she said with a pointed look at me that made me blush and cover my arms over my chest again. “That means ten of us, all on the same beach. With six of us voting together, that means we can pick off the other four.”
It seemed like an obvious question, but I had to ask. “And what happens when we get down to six?”
“The big prizes come at the final four,” she said, just as Dean reappeared from the underbrush, sweaty and carrying a bucket of water (and sans boner, thank goodness). “It’ll be you, me, Leon, and Dean to the four. We can decide who goes after that.”
“What about Shanna and Will?”
“We don’t tell them,” Lana said with intense eyes as Dean moved toward us. “The final-four pact stays with us here on this beach, since we won’t have any privacy at the new camp.”
“New camp?” Dean said, wiping at his forehead with his forearm. He flicked a concerned look over me as if checking to see that I was doing okay, then turned his focus back to Leon and Lana.
“We’re merging,” Leon said, gesturing at the Tribal Summons. Dean cast me a wary look and then pulled the chest open. Two bags—just like Lana and Leon’s—had been left for us, along with the long parchment scroll that told us of the merge and drew a map to the new campsite.
“It’s a few miles down the beach,” Dean said and squinted at the blue line of water just off in the distance.
My heart sank at that. “A few miles?”
“I can carry you on my back,” Leon said to me. “Won’t be nothing.”
“I’ll be the one to carry Abby,” Dean said, his voice taking on a sharp edge.
“It’s not a big deal, man—”
“I’ll do it,” Dean said, and I could hear his teeth gritting. I had a mental image of me splayed across Leon’s back, my br**sts pressing up against his shoulders, legs wrapped around his hips. Dean apparently had the same picture I did, and he didn’t like it.
Dean moved to my side, as if to cement his claim. “If you guys can carry our bags…”
“Chill man,” Leon said. “I already got a girl.”
I blushed.
Lana looked like she wanted to murder all of us. “Can you guys stop thinking with your dicks for five minutes? We are here to win the money, not play Beach Blanket Bingo.”
“Like I said,” Dean drawled, helping me to my feet. “You guys carry our bags and we’ll be just fine. We’ll even bribe you,” he said with a wink at me.
“The peanut butter?” I said slowly. I realized what he was doing—cementing our alliance at the last moment and bribing them to forget about the small spat that had just happened. Not to mention that we’d have to share the peanut butter with the others once we got to the beach anyhow. Best to fuel our alliance.
“You guys have peanut butter?” Lana whispered. Leon slapped Dean on the back, grinning his pleasure.
I nodded and pointed at where it was buried in the sand, a stick poking up to mark the spot. “We’ve been eating before challenges to stay strong. It was my reward item,” I confessed.
“You lucky!” Lana exclaimed, her eyes wide.
Between the four of us, we quickly devoured the remaining peanut butter left in the jar. We’d carefully saved a third of it, and at Dean’s meaningful glance, I hung back on the food and let Lana and Leon eat the lion’s share, though it was hard to do so. My stomach grumbled at the rich peanut smell and I wanted to devour the whole thing on my own. Still, this was a game about allies, and mine were currently rather pleased with us.
“What about the bug oil?” Lana asked.
“Bringing that,” Dean said, and moved to the shelter to pack our bags.
Our small bits of clothing were packed into one satchel, the other full of necessities from the camp—the cooking pot, the blanket, the plates we’d made out of shells. Once the stuff was bagged up, Leon belted Dean’s axe at his waist and Dean hauled me onto his back. My legs stuck out from around his torso and I clung to his shoulders like he was giving me a piggyback ride. His feet shifted as he moved into the sand, and I was struck with a pang of guilt. “Going to be a long walk for you,” I whispered in his ear as we began to head down the beach. Lana and Leon were a few paces ahead, bags on their shoulders as they studied the map.
“You’re mine,” Dean said simply. “I’m not about to hand you off to someone else.”
I wondered at his choice of words.
Chapter Eleven
I’m thrilled that we merged. Thrilled. Can’t you tell from the sound of my voice? No? Me either. I preferred when it was just us on the beach. Lots of alone time.—Dean Woodall, Day 20
We stopped a few times so Dean could rest, but he insisted on being the one to carry me. It was just as well—Leon was sweating in the hot afternoon sun and I wasn’t relishing the thought of rubbing up against him. Dean was sweating too, but leaning against his body and letting him carry me just let my wicked imagination run away with itself, to the point that I was ready to drag him behind the nearest tree and have my way with him.