Chapter 5513

Flaxseed’s eyes sparked the moment he heard the woman. He snapped his gaze toward a distant earthen ridge.

Behind that crumbling slope, several silhouettes wrestled, sand trickling down the ragged face.

“Jared, listen—someone’s in trouble!” he shouted, already lunging forward before any reply could form.

The wind staggered him, yet desire and adrenaline drove his feet.

It had been far too long since Flaxseed had tasted female company. A rescue might earn more than gratitude; perhaps grateful arms would soothe the ache that tightened inside him. For a man accustomed to nightly dalliance, this drought had become its own torment-one only he fully understood.

“Flaxseed, slow down!” Jared called after him, yet the older man kept marching through the dunes. Jared sighed, shook his head, and finally trailed along.

The last thing Jared wanted was a fresh problem. Out on this wind-scoured wasteland, he still hadn’t straightened out his own mess, much less anyone else’s.