She grinned. “You’ll see, really soon.”
“Is it some more daredevil shit?” I asked, and she gave me a sly grin.
“I mean… just another tiny zip line,” she claimed, then avoided my eyes to look out the window. “You’ll be fine, just like the last one.”
“Hell no,” I told her, shaking my head, and she grabbed me around the waist.
“Ramsey, it’s just—”
“Hell. No. Have you lost your mind?”
“It’s the only way to get to where the boats are, for our rafting tour!”
“Then I guess I’m not getting on a fucking boat today either, the hell?!”
“Please?” she whined, holding on to my hands as she bounced up and down. I made the mistake of meeting her gaze, and as soon as I saw the pleading in those big brown eyes, I shook my head.
“Shit, man,” I grumbled. “Why are you doing this to me? I thought we were coming her to be lowkey, and relax.”
“We are,” she insisted. “We’re just… getting the high energy stuff out of the way first. I thought you would be into this stuff!”
I shook my head. “I don’t know why the hell you thought that! I like the ground. The water. Shit I can’t fall off of and get crushed by gravity. You have something like that on your itinerary?”
“I promise, we’ll relax tomorrow, if you give me today. I’m sorry you’re not having a good time.”
Something about the grated on me. Because… “It’s not that I’m not having a good time, it’s just… shit. I’m noticing that you really seem to enjoy pressing me.”
She smiled. “Uhh… maybe just a little,” she said, looking cute as hell as she held up her thumb and forefinger to emphasize her point. There it was – that adorable factor that balanced her sexiness, but also made it a lethal combination that might – literally – be the death of me.
A few minutes later, I was hooked in for the fucking zip line.
And I had to admit… it was pretty exhilarating.