Saying Yes To The Millionaire
'No, I can't. I don't think I can do this!'
Solid ground was a distant memory. Fern glanced down past her feet and a tidal wave of nausea crashed in her stomach. The Thames glittered in the June sun and London politely carried on about its business one hundred and fifty feet below her. Someone behind her muttered, 'Is she going to jump or not?'
Not. Definitely not. Surely, if God had meant us to do this we'd have been born with lengths of elastic attached to our feet.
She gulped. Every muscle in her body had tightened itself into a dozen knots. She closed her eyes, but that just made things worse. The darkness magnified the dull roar of the traffic and the flap of the bungee cord as it swung in the faint breeze. Her body swayed.
No. She was not going to do this.
Her eyes snapped open and she twisted her head, opening her mouth to tell them it had all been a horrible mistake. But, before the sounds emerged from the back of her throat, a warm pair of hands steadied her on either side of her waist.
'She's all right. Aren't you, Fern?'
Fern shook her head, but the squeak that finally made it out of her mouth sounded an awful lot like yes.
She caught a ... read full excerpt from Saying Yes to the Millionaire ebook
