Me?
Don’t go getting ahead of yourself, Luna.
“You mean you didn’t want to kayak down the Grand Canyon?” I totally remembered seeing the wistfulness on his face when he’d watched the daredevils being tossed through the whitewater a few days ago.
“Someday, sure. But not if it meant missing out on this.” His gaze flicked to my mouth.
“This?”
He was looking at me again. Like he was seeing something that didn’t make sense.
“You.”
And that was it. No grand speech. Just…him. Being here. When he didn’t have to be.
I buried my face in his chest, inhaling his scent, a combination of sunscreen and sweat and mountains.
And I hugged him.
And when his arms came around me, tight and solid and sure, I let myself believe—for now—that maybe this wasn’t just a fling. That maybe this was the part where everything started to change.
I didn’t know how long we stood there, but by the time I finally pulled myself together enough to loosen my hold, the sun was mostly set.
Noah raised one of his hands and brushed his thumb along the ridge of my cheek.
I hadn’t even realized I’d been crying.
It was stupid, really. I sniffled. “I’m sorry. I think I just…didn’t expect this. No one…” I scrubbed at the tears on my face. “How did you even get back here, anyway?”
Noah squinted a little, staring over my shoulder at the slowly sinking sun. “When I first got down there, I switched from the five-day kayaking trip to the one-day motorized raft. Helicoptered out and hitched a ride with one of the pilots who’d happened to be driving this way.”
That sounded like…a lot of trouble.
For me?
For me!
“I’m…so glad you did.” I searched his eyes. “I just hope you don’t regret it later.”
“Why would I regret it?” He sounded like that wasn’t even a possibility. And then he pulled me up against him again. And this time, it wasn’t as innocent.
I mean, Noah’s rock-hard body, pressed against mine…
Then there were his lips. They were even yummier, more perfect than I’d remembered. When a gust of wind swept up the canyon, he pulled me even closer.
I’d thought that waterfall kiss was going to be the most romantic kiss of my life.
I might have to rethink that.
Because being kissed by Noah Grady, on an isolated rim of the Grand Canyon, after believing I’d never see him again…
Swoon.
These kinds of things didn’t happen to me. Only in my dreams did a hot guy whom I was a little bit in love with hitch a ride with a helicopter to be with me.
Right?
Well, not anymore apparently.
