Todos los capítulos de Once Rejected Twice desired : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 127

The rain came down hard on the lower terrace, turning the fresh dirt into thick, red mud that stuck to Noah's boots. He stood under the gray morning sky, his shirt wet through at the shoulders, his fingers digging into the wet ground to clear a clogged drainage pipe."The mud is choking the line again," Noah said, his voice flat as he pulled out a handful of wet gravel.Vance walked down the path from the tool shed, his heavy boots making a loud, wet squelch with every step. He didn't have his jacket on, his bare arms caked in dark dirt, a heavy iron crowbar resting against his shoulder."Leave the pipe alone, Noah," Vance said, stopping at the edge of the ditch. "The water is flowing fine on the other side.""It's not fine, Vance," Noah said, looking up, his face pale and wet from the rain. "If the water blocks here, the topsoil on the lower trench turns to soup. The roots won't hold."Vance dropped the crowbar into the mud with a dull thud. "The roots are fine. You've been digging a

Glass broke loud all over the floor. A big rock had come loose from the cliff outside and smashed straight through the window of the balcony door. Freezing water and wild wind came rushing into the bedroom, knocking a heavy lamp right off the small table with a loud bang.Noah didn't even move. He stayed completely frozen on the edge of the mattress, his bare feet flat on the cold floor, his knuckles white as his fingers dug into his legs. His chest was moving fast, his eyes wide open in the dark."The house temperature just dropped four degrees," Noah said, his voice completely flat and dead against the noise of the wind.Vance jumped across the wet floor, his big shoulders bunching under a dark shirt as he grabbed a heavy cloth from the closet. He slammed his big body straight against the broken frame, using his weight to block the freezing air before shoving a steel rod into the lock to hold it down."The heat is fine," Vance growled, his voice a rough, low rumble as he wiped the w

Noah sat stiff in his seat, his fingers digging right into the leather armrests. His knuckles were white. His eyes were locked on the small flight monitor on the wall, watching the altitude numbers jump up and down. "The radar screen in the cockpit is completely red," Noah said, his voice flat and thin against the whine of the engines. "The pilot is trying to skirt the edge of the front, but the wind is pushing us too far south." Vance unbuckled his heavy harness, his big body shifting easily against the tilt of the floor as he stood up. He stepped across the narrow aisle, dropping his huge frame straight into the empty seat right next to Noah. He reached out, his large, calloused hand catching Noah’s chin, forcing his head away from the window. "The plane isn't going down," Vance growled, his voice a low, rough rumble. "The pilot has flown this specific route in worse weather than this. Stop tracking the incline." Noah looked into his dark eyes, his breathing short and heavy.