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I stare at him for half a second too long before remembering that I’m supposed to be doing my job and not supposed to be imagining what that smile would feel like pressed against my mouth.
“Well, you’re welcome any time,” I say as I stand up and walk around him, grabbing the waist harness. “We’re open seven days a week until we close at the end of the month.”
“And when are you here?”
I’m behind him so I don’t have to hold back my smile.
“You only want me?”
Oh shit, that didn’t come out right.
“Yes,” he says, grinning as he looks at me over his shoulder. “I only want you.”
My stomach drops harder than any customer I’ve ever sent over this bridge.
I know what he means, but I take the safe option, pretending like I think he’s talking about work. “I’m here all the time.”
I fit the harness around him, touching his hips and waist and wanting to touch a whole lot more than that.
“You’re the owner?”
“I am,” I say as I make sure everything is nice and secure. “Arms up.”
He lifts them obediently. I swallow hard when I see the size of his triceps.
Focus, girl.
I check everything a second and then a third time.
“Okay, you can put them down.”
I clip the bungee cord onto the ankle cuffs and the backup onto the waist harness.
“I own it with my brother Julian,” I say, giving everything another look. “We started it from scratch.”
“Impressive,” he says as I stand up and wipe my hands together. “It’s such a beautiful spot.”
“Thank you,” I say with a grin. “But let’s keep the compliments until after you don’t die.”
He laughs. “Good point.”
I stand and look him over one last time. I don’t think I’ve ever inspected a customer this thoroughly.
The breeze ruffles my blonde hair as I look into his gorgeous green eyes.
“But if I am jumping to my death, I’d be remiss if I didn’t tell you that you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.”
I put my hand on my hip and look him up and down. “Wow. You really know how to make a girl nervous before she sends you over a bridge. Not too smart there…”
“Dane,” he says.
“I’m Ivy,” I say, feeling my cheeks heat up. “Word to the wise, Dane. Normally, you don’t want your bungee cord operator distracted.”
He gives me another sexy smile that makes me weak in the knees. “You find me distracting?”
“Nothing distracts me when I’m at work,” I lie. “Now hop to the edge, Casanova.”
I grab his big arm and help maneuver him to the launch platform. He’s laughing as he hops over like the world’s sexiest kangaroo.
