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him to a rocky outcropping overlooking a narrow channel. Patting the mossy granite next to her, she said, “Come sit by me. This is gonna blow your mind.”
Chet snuggled up close to her, his purely masculine scent wrapping around her like a tendril of warm smoke. It went straight to her core and wriggled its way to her most sensitive parts. He never failed to get her all hot and bothered, but it became so much more intense since he stopped wearing Polo. A carefully calculated comment about how his own musk was vastly more sensual than the cologne did the trick, and it wasn’t a lie. If she could only smell one thing for the rest of her life, it would be Chet.
Bacon would be a close second.
He loved to smell her, too, if his nuzzling of her neck was any indication. “You’re right,” he murmured huskily, taking a deep lungful of her and triggering a goosebump outbreak on her flesh. “My mind is definitely blown.”
He wrapped his arms around, drawing her back with him to lean against a spongy, mossy log. Every part of her wanted to lie there and bask in his love, but she’d brought him here for a reason. Drawing on the reserves of her self-control, she shook her head.
“No, you dork. Look there.”
It took him a moment to extract himself from the nook of her shoulder and follow the line of her pointing arm. He seemed unimpressed now, but in a few minutes, he’d be in awe.
“That’s Tremble Rock,” she explained, pointing at a small rocky island about 100 feet across and forty feet tall lying in the middle of the channel. “It’s named that because, rumor has it, the rock vibrates when the tide is at maximum current. Andy says he went out there once in a small dinghy and sat through a full tide change. He thought the island was going to break apart, it was shaking so hard.”
“I don’t get it. Why does it shake?”
“From what Andy tells me, millions of gallons of water pass through Hardy Channel during each cycle. There’s so much force, so much power in the water rushing through the channel that the island vibrates from it. Cool, huh?”
“No doubt. And it’s going to happen soon?”
The back of her head rubbed against his chest as she nodded. “Of course, we won’t feel anything up here, but it’s also pretty amazing to watch the currents go nuts. Whirlpools pop up all over the place, boats going with the current look like they’re flying, boats going against it either stand still or go backwards. That’s always fun,” she snorted.
“Hey, what’s that, a shark?” He was waggling a finger at a tall black fin that broke the surface of the water. His excitement was contagious, but she couldn’t help laughing at his ignorance.
“It’s an orca. Man, we need to get you out on one of Andy’s boats!”
“That would be totally rad. When?”
“Do you think you could find an excuse to get out of the house on Saturday? That’s really the best time, if you want to people watch as well as whale watch.”
“Oh, um, yeah…I can’t Saturday. I have a…thing.”
“What thing?” Suspicion rose like bile in her throat. What was he not telling her?
“It’s just… Remember that ceremony I came here for? It’s Saturday night and I can tell you right now, Uncle Max isn’t going to let me out of his sight that day.”
“Oh, wow. I know you’ve been waiting to hear when it was. They sure don’t give you much notice. What is it again, a baptism or something?” She twisted in his arms to look up at him.
Chet tilted his head one way, then the other, his face squinched up. “Um, sure. Close enough.”
“And you’re sure I can’t come?”
He pulled her tight to him reassuringly. “Totally.”
The waters below them swirled and rushed through the channel, a whooshing sound rising over the edge of the cliff and enveloping them in noise and light mist. The damp cooled her heated skin, but the violence of the rushing seawater agitated her more than she expected.
She
Chet snuggled up close to her, his purely masculine scent wrapping around her like a tendril of warm smoke. It went straight to her core and wriggled its way to her most sensitive parts. He never failed to get her all hot and bothered, but it became so much more intense since he stopped wearing Polo. A carefully calculated comment about how his own musk was vastly more sensual than the cologne did the trick, and it wasn’t a lie. If she could only smell one thing for the rest of her life, it would be Chet.
Bacon would be a close second.
He loved to smell her, too, if his nuzzling of her neck was any indication. “You’re right,” he murmured huskily, taking a deep lungful of her and triggering a goosebump outbreak on her flesh. “My mind is definitely blown.”
He wrapped his arms around, drawing her back with him to lean against a spongy, mossy log. Every part of her wanted to lie there and bask in his love, but she’d brought him here for a reason. Drawing on the reserves of her self-control, she shook her head.
“No, you dork. Look there.”
It took him a moment to extract himself from the nook of her shoulder and follow the line of her pointing arm. He seemed unimpressed now, but in a few minutes, he’d be in awe.
“That’s Tremble Rock,” she explained, pointing at a small rocky island about 100 feet across and forty feet tall lying in the middle of the channel. “It’s named that because, rumor has it, the rock vibrates when the tide is at maximum current. Andy says he went out there once in a small dinghy and sat through a full tide change. He thought the island was going to break apart, it was shaking so hard.”
“I don’t get it. Why does it shake?”
“From what Andy tells me, millions of gallons of water pass through Hardy Channel during each cycle. There’s so much force, so much power in the water rushing through the channel that the island vibrates from it. Cool, huh?”
“No doubt. And it’s going to happen soon?”
The back of her head rubbed against his chest as she nodded. “Of course, we won’t feel anything up here, but it’s also pretty amazing to watch the currents go nuts. Whirlpools pop up all over the place, boats going with the current look like they’re flying, boats going against it either stand still or go backwards. That’s always fun,” she snorted.
“Hey, what’s that, a shark?” He was waggling a finger at a tall black fin that broke the surface of the water. His excitement was contagious, but she couldn’t help laughing at his ignorance.
“It’s an orca. Man, we need to get you out on one of Andy’s boats!”
“That would be totally rad. When?”
“Do you think you could find an excuse to get out of the house on Saturday? That’s really the best time, if you want to people watch as well as whale watch.”
“Oh, um, yeah…I can’t Saturday. I have a…thing.”
“What thing?” Suspicion rose like bile in her throat. What was he not telling her?
“It’s just… Remember that ceremony I came here for? It’s Saturday night and I can tell you right now, Uncle Max isn’t going to let me out of his sight that day.”
“Oh, wow. I know you’ve been waiting to hear when it was. They sure don’t give you much notice. What is it again, a baptism or something?” She twisted in his arms to look up at him.
Chet tilted his head one way, then the other, his face squinched up. “Um, sure. Close enough.”
“And you’re sure I can’t come?”
He pulled her tight to him reassuringly. “Totally.”
The waters below them swirled and rushed through the channel, a whooshing sound rising over the edge of the cliff and enveloping them in noise and light mist. The damp cooled her heated skin, but the violence of the rushing seawater agitated her more than she expected.
She
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