He chuckles. “No. In secondary school science.” He winks at me.
“I don’t remember learning that.”
“Maybe you weren’t paying attention.”
“Or maybe you’re having me on.” I lean across and kiss his cheek. “But I don’t mind, because you’re cute.”
He wrinkles his nose. “So are you.”
I gasp in mock horror. “I amnotcute.”
“Yeah, you are.”
“I’d rather be sexy.”
“You’re sexy, too. You can be sexyandcute.”
He pecks my lips, stands, and wades into the water, approaching the waterfall. He puts his hand into the powerful stream of water, which bounces off his skin and sprays in every direction, splashing his T-shirt and face. The way the sun catches the water creates a series of mini rainbows, which are reflected in his eyes. Damn, he’s beautiful.
Forgetting my objection to the cold, I step into the water and join him. I put my hands on his hips and pull him against me, kissing him.
“Coming here was a great idea,” I say.
He nuzzles my nose. “It was.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to skinny dip?”
He shivers. “Too cold.”
“Says the guy who’s standing almost knee deep in water.”
“Too public.”
I look around. “There’s no one else here.”
“No, but there might be at any moment. It's a nice day, so it could get busy.”
“Spoilsport,” I tease.
“You know what would ruin our day?”
I shake my head.
“Being reported to the police. Getting arrested isn’t on my bingo card for this year.”
I loop my arms over his shoulders and stare into his eyes. “No? What is?”
He shrugs. “Doing well on the farm. Hanging out with my sexy—andcute—boyfriend.”
“Putting the past behind you?” I venture.
“Yeah. That, too. You’re helping me do that.”
I raise my eyebrows. “I am?”
“Yes.” He kisses me and rests his head on my shoulder. “Thank you for believing in me, Jimmy.”
“Always,” I promise, holding him tight. “This is romantic, but I can’t feel my feet anymore.”
