You’ll soon find out, mate...
A few minutes later, Shane approached her with caution as she sat on a slab of rock overlooking Lake Louise. Expecting that she’d still be shooting daggers at him, he primed himself with a few more leg-pulling quips.
“Feeling better now,baby?”
She whirled round. “Call me baby one more time, and I’ll throw you off the mountain.”
“Okay.” His hands shot up in surrender. “I’m just kidding, you know.”
He sat next to her on the rock, and for several long, peaceful minutes, they sat listening to the wind softly whistling in the trees.
Then Krista groaned and mumbled something. Something that sounded like a lot like, “You’re right.”
Shane frowned. “Right about...?”
“Ryan. We shouldn’t have needed to discuss our relationship. It should’ve just happened. I’m such a fool.”
“We’re all foolish sometimes,” Shane said. He plucked a long blade of grass out of a crack in the rocks. “Don’t beat yourself up about it.”
“It’s hard not to,” she said, resting her chin on her knees and leaving Shane no choice but to tickle her ear with his piece of grass. She swatted him away. “God, you’re annoying.”
Sniggering, he got to his feet. “Up you get, Krista. Any more of this flaming heart-to-heart crap, and things will be dropping off between my legs. I’ll be turning from a rooster to a hen and singing Mariah Carey by the time we reach Lake Agnes.”
“Wow.” Krista squinted. “Sexual stereotypes must be all the rage in Australia, eh?”
“Nah.” He pulled his most serious, most professional face. “I’m one of a kind.”
She blinked. Once. Twice. Then rolled her eyes at his nonsense.
But he’d caught it, that quirk of her lips. Not quite a smile, but a vast improvement on the scowl she’d been wearing all morning.
Chapter 8
Shane McDermit wasextremely annoying.
But he was also rather cunning.
