“Well, fuck me, huh?”
He winced. My casual tone was clearly not helping his stress levels if the pinch between his brows was anything to go off of.
Whoops.
Would reeling it back matter at this point, though?
“You don’t have any one-man kayaks or anything?”
He seemed to hesitate. “You didn’t sign up for?—”
“Talos!” a voice called out, the man in front of me turning to the sound of it.
A figure jogged through the camp, pushing his way past the crowds of people wandering down the midway. He was dressed in a pair of khaki-colored cargo shorts and a loose t-shirt that was half tucked, the other part of it billowing up just enough to show off an impressive six pack with each pounding of his foot against the hard dirt.
The keys at his hip jingled when he slowed, reaching us. “What’s going on?”
I scanned him up and down. He was young—much younger than I was expecting.
His handsome face was sun-kissed with freckles that were scattered along the bridge of his nose and cheeks, only a shadedarker than his tanned skin. His golden brown hair was parted in the middle with sun-bleached highlights woven throughout the thick strands, long enough to cover his ears and brush along his cheekbones to frame his face.
His arm muscles flexed when he rested his hands on his hips, showing off their impressive bulk.
No way wasthisthe director of the entire place.
How old was he?
Definitely not my age. He looked fresh out of college.
“So, he’s with the deluxe package but doesn’t have anyone with him,” the man, Talos, explained. “And there’s no one else we’ve got to pair him up with in the group.”
“Oh!” The director glanced over at me. The sun caught his eyes, turning the brown pools into liquid amber. “Your plus one couldn’t make it?”
I flashed him a smile. “Something like that.”
God, he’s cute.
“Would it be such a bad thing if I was riding solo?”
“Mmm, not necessarily.”
What was his name, again?
Blake?
“But you wouldn’t be getting your money’s worth.”
He snagged the tablet from Talos’s hands, a single finger dragging along the surface of it while he flicked through whatever lists were pulled up. My gaze was unfortunately glued to the slight crook in the digit, an old break that never quite healed right from the looks of it. A by-product of working a job like this, I imagined.
“Is this your way of nicely kicking me off the property?”
Blake fixed his attention to me for a second. “No, of course not.”
“I guess this is the part where I get to tell you I don’t really care how much I paid for the package and that I just clicked on one randomly when I signed up.”
Silas would accuse me of being too impulsive for my own good but I liked to see it as my free-spirited nature letting the universe take its course. Whatever direction I was meant to be ushered toward, I’d take it.
No questions asked. After all, who was I to question divine energy?
