“If they haven’t found us in the past two days, somehow I doubt they’re gonna stumble upon us this afternoon,” Caroline said.
Reaper froze in his tracks. “Did you say two days? I was out for two days?”
“You had a really bad fever, and you actually kind of fell off the bed and tackled me on the ground and reopened your wound. I had to stitch it back together.”
He’d lost an entire forty-eight hours. His team must be losing their minds. The repercussions of his weakness slammed into him, slamming him with a fresh burden of guilt. They needed him, and he’d just spent the whole day lazing around, savoring Caroline’s sweetness. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Caroline backed up a step, her gaze searching his. “I-I didn’t think it mattered.”
Before he even realized what he was doing, he grabbed her arms and lifted her from the ground. “Of course, it matters!” They were still an entire day away from his planned extraction point and an entire ocean away from his men. He’d be lucky if they made it back in time before the men were all dead.
“Reaper, you’re scaring me.”
As carefully as he could, he lowered her to the ground and forced his fingers to unclench from her arms. He honestly couldn’t blame her for not telling him how long he’d been out; she hadn’t known it was important, and he had withheld much more serious information from her. She had no idea how imperative it was that they get back to the United States right now.
And frankly, she didn’t deserve his anger. It was his own damn fault. But this little vacation he’d taken from reality was over. It was a fantasy he couldn’t indulge in anymore. His life wasn’t like this. It never would be. “I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that. I’m sorry. Come on, back to the hut. I need to secure the parameter, and pack up—we leave at first light.”
