that a boat?’ Callie asked, pointing to the river so very far below them.
‘Yep. That’s one of the white-water rafting boats.’ Finn nodded. ‘I want to do that tomorrow. Want to come with me?’
Callie twisted her lips. ‘That would be a no.’
But there was a tug of excitement in her belly—a wish that she could say yes, that she could experience the thrill of riding those rapids. She hadn’t done anything to make her adrenalin pound since she was a teenager who’d loved pushing the envelope.
And she wouldn’t. She’d promised Seb and her dad. But, damn, she’d loved it.
‘Aw, come on!’ Finn placed a hand on her back to steer her down the path, away from their lookout point.
‘You have more chance of being impregnated by a member of the zombie apocalypse.’ She leaned her shoulder into his. ‘You’d better not die. I’ll be narked if my holiday and my recently revived sex life is interrupted by having to ship you home in a body bag.’
Finn grinned at her. ‘No worries. It’s safe.’
‘It’s madness!’ Callie hissed.
But it wasn’t—it really wasn’t. It looked fun and exciting and thrilling, and she hoped Finn loved every second of it.
She knew that she would. Damn, she could just do it and they wouldn’t even know. But she’d promised. And promises couldn’t be broken, she reminded herself.
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