Free The Treasure by Jennifer Lowery

Gasping for air and exhausted, she rolled him off her. He hit the ground with a soft thud.
    So, not the best rescue ever, but they were safely out of the plane and that was all that mattered. A minute later, she pushed to her feet, let out a groan when her body protested, and grabbed Brody by the shoulders. They weren’t safe at this distance. If the plane rolled toward them instead of the other way, it would crush them. Better safe than sorry. She dragged Brody’s limp body under a tree a few yards away, out of the danger zone. Then she hurried back to the plane to retrieve her bags and Brody’s pack.
    She chose the easiest way in through the windshield and carefully climbed on all fours across the nose. Halfway there, the plane shifted violently. Amelia screamed and grabbed the window frame before she slid off. She scrambled inside and found their bags. With them looped over her shoulder, she climbed out the window and made her way carefully down the nose to the ground. The plane lurched sideways, she lost her balance. With a cry, she flew through the air and landed on the ground a few feet away.
    Gasping for air, she lay there, staring at the canopy of trees above, rain falling softly on her face. It seemed surreal compared to the life-threatening, pulse-pounding drama she’d just been through. If her sisters ever found out she almost died in a plane crash, they would lock her in her room and throw away the key.
    But she hadn’t died. Thanks to Brody, they had survived the landing in one piece. Battered, bleeding and shaken, but alive. She hadn’t even broken anything. A first for her. Usually she ended her misadventures with a broken bone.
    The plane rolled over with the grind and crunch of metal, startling her into action. She hung their bags on a tree limb and knelt down beside Brody.
    “Brody?” She gave him a small shake.
    He groaned before opening his eyes. First, he looked at her, then at his plane. “Ah, hell,” he muttered. “My plane.”
    Appalled, Amelia glared at him. “Your plane?” she said in disbelief. “We just crashed in the middle of the Amazon and all you think about is your precious
plane
?”
    Thunder boomed in the distance, a promise that they had merely outrun the storm, but not escaped.
    “Ass,” she said, rising to her feet and grabbing her bags, favoring her ankle.
    Brody could just sit there and mourn the loss of his plane alone. She’d find her own way to
Paraíso
.
    Intent on leaving him behind, Amelia started walking away, pushing tall leaves out of her way as she went.
    “Amelia?” Brody’s voice carried through the jungle.
    “No,” she called, without stopping or looking back. He wasn’t charming his way into her good graces, the beast.
    “Will you stop, damn it?”
    She heard Brody wince, then mutter a curse. She kept right on going, smacking giant-sized leaves out of her way.
    “No,” she hollered back.
    “You’re going the wrong way.” He hissed out a breath. “You’re as stubborn as your aunt was.”
    A saw-toothed leaf slapped her in the face. Grumbling, she slapped it out of her way. She really didn’t like the jungle so far. What had drawn her aunt here time and time again?
    “Adventure, Amelia,” she muttered.
    A hand closed around her arm and jerked her around to face a furious, pale Brody. “Stop, will you?” he snapped. Blood seeped down the side of his face, his lips pinched into a thin line.
    “You’re limping and bleeding. Let me take a look.”
    She glared at him angrily. “
Now
you’re concerned?”
    His expression turned impatient, a little frustrated, and somewhat contrite.
    “I was concerned — damn it, we don’t have time for this. That storm is going to break soon and we need to find shelter. Things tend to flood here in the jungle and we can’t risk being washed away. So, if you’ll let this go, we can get moving.”
    “You were concerned?” she said, unable to resist a smile.
    Brody scowled. “Yes. Can we move this along