could tell? “Just the two of us?”
“Unless you think we need a chaperone,” he joked. But when his eyes caught hers, his smile swiftly faded.
The awakenings that had coursed through her young body pulsed with a vengeance.
He stilled. The air around him hummed with raw energy.
Oh, boy.
Was Connie right? Was this how fate reached out and grabbed you?
It was too early for her to be fertile. So fate obviously didn’t want Jake to father her child. Maybe fate just wanted them to have great sex.
“Sure.” She smiled. “I’ll go riding with you.”
JAKE TETHERED THE HORSES on a small, green plateau high above Forever where an underground stream surfaced for a few feet then disappeared into a rock fissure. So much for his master plan.
Staying close to Robin was easy. He’d sure been up close and personal in his dreams last night. It was the working-her-out-of-his-system part that had flaws.
Take now, for instance. The close part was on track. She was only ten feet away, taking in the view of the river far below. Unfortunately, lust screamed from every pore in his body. And he wanted nothing more than to toss her down on the bed of wildflowers and see how long it took before her kisses completely blew his mind, ruining him for any other woman on the planet.
“Ever climbed the face?” She stepped up to the cliff edge, leaning forward to look over.
Jake closed the gap instinctively, ready to pull her to safety if need be. Then he remembered her career. She’d probably peered over the edge of mountain cliffs too numerous to mention.
The woman wasn’t in any danger. He’d be the one committing suicide if he pulled her backward into the cradle of his hips.
“Seems like a waste of time and energy,” he answered on a forced drawl, trapping his thumbs in his belt loops to keep his hands where they belonged.
“You think so?” She cocked her head sideways, considering the steep plunge. “I think I could sell this trip to Wild Ones.”
“Yeah?”
“Horseback riding. Mountain climbing. River rafting. Who knows, someday Forever could be the adventure tourism mecca of the Yukon.” She grinned and stepped away from the edge.
And then maybe you’d move back? He closed his eyes and shook his head, disgusted with himself. If he wasn’t careful, he’d fall in love with her all over again. Then he’d have to stand helplessly by while she boarded the Beaver and stomped his heart to dust.
“You climb?” he asked.
She shrugged her small shoulders. “I took some lessons in Switzerland, but I’ve never done any of the big climbs.”
“Big climbs?”
“Everest, the Matterhorn, K-2.”
Her words highlighted the rift between their lifestyles. As if it needed any highlighting.
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