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|“I think a little bit of fun would do you some good.” He winked as he took one long stride toward her. He bent and scooped her from the chair.|
“Tanner!” she shrieked, clutching his shoulders. His warm skin covered granite muscle underneath. She squirmed, but her movements pressed her harder against his chest as he lifted her into his arms.
He sauntered to the dock’s edge as if he had no care in the world. The water, crisp and clear loomed below.
Adrenaline spiking, she tucked her head against him. “You don’t want to do this.”
“I don’t?” A low, deep chuckle formed in his chest, vibrating against her cheek. “You can swim, right?”
“Yes, I can swim.”
“You just don’t like the idea of taking the plunge do you? Marriage or otherwise?”
“I have nothing against marriage…in general,” she defended. “And, this isn’t about my opinion regarding ‘the plunge’. This is about you,” she poked him in the chest, “tossing me into that cold water.”
“How do you know what it feels like until you try it?”
She lifted her head to offer a witty remark, but lost her breath as she found herself eye-level with Tanner’s sun-kissed neck. His scent, earthy and masculine surrounded her. She looked up. From this angle, his jaw-line appeared more defined, his features more chiseled, and his eyes a lighter shade of blue. She swallowed, but her dry mouth refused to moisten.
“Are you ready?” A small, faint scar melded into the creases beside his left eye as he smiled.
Flustered, she asked, “R-ready?” Her breathing came in quick, shallow gasps as her gaze travelled to his mouth. As good as it felt to be held in his strong arms, she wondered what it would feel like to have his lips pressed against hers.
Magical? Maybe. Out of the question? Definitely.