Near the poppies, the two of them found a staircase carved into the side of the cliffs, nearly completely camouflaged from view. There was no railing, no safeguard.
No margin for error.
“You should stay here.” Jameson knew better than to tell Avery that. He really did. “That dress wasn’t made for climbing.”
Avery contorted her arms, and the next thing Jameson heard was a zipper being undone.
“The dress won’t be a problem.” And just like that, Avery let it drop. She wore a small black slip underneath that covered her from hip to upper thigh and a black bra, and he deserved a medal for staying focused on anything other than the way she looked, her hair blown back from her face and all that skin on display.
“When we find the key,” Jameson said, his voice coming out thick, “we’ll celebrate.”
“We’ll celebrate,” Avery Kylie Grambs told him, well aware of her effect on him, “when we find all three.”
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Every step down seemed a little steeper than the last. Jameson’s battered body screamed its objections, but he ignored it. Luckily, balance and ignoring pain were almost as much Jameson’s specialty as taking risks, and Avery was made for this.
Made for him.
He leapt over the last few steps, landing on the beach. She did the same. From where they stood now, several things were clear. The beach was narrow, more gravel than sand. The tide was currently low. A handful of caves were visible from where they stood, but there were almost certainly more—potentially dozens.
“Where to now?” Avery said, and Jameson knew she was thinking aloud more than asking, that her mind was working through this as quickly and methodically as any Hawthorne’s.
This time, he happened to get to the answer first. “There.” Jameson’s eyes locked on to a stone statue in the distance. It stood near the edge of the beach, and he knew that in higher tide, it would be partially—but not fully
—submerged.
They ran toward it, because running seemed like the only option. Wind whipped at them. Avery’s hair went wild, but it didn’t slow her down. Neither of them slowed at all until they made it to the base of the statue.
Jameson took one look at it and registered one thing: the statue depicted a woman. He turned to Avery. “Ladies first.”
