Page 247 of Daddy, Take Me Away
I laugh. “By all means.”
“I’d rather you spank me on my thighs with that paddle you mentioned than tell you that story.”
“That can be arranged, but I highly recommend we finish the hike first. You won’t enjoy hiking as sore as I’ll make you for that cop-out.”
“Okay fine. I’ll tell you, but you need to reciprocate with your own ex-wife woes.”
“Deal.”
She gathers a breath and starts. I tug her to the side to pass the couple we let go ahead. Seems we’re a little faster than they are.
“So he proposed to me after a short romance. And he did it in the worst way. I mean, as far as grand gestures go, it was pretty nice, but it left me little choice in answering.”
“How so?” I ask, holding back some branches as we pass a narrow section of the path.
“He had a camera crew there.”
I wince. “Damn.”
“Yeah. So even though I thought things were going too fast, I said yes, and when he posted the video, my socials blew up.”
“Double damn.” I swat a mosquito from her arm. “So you really couldn’t back out either.”
“Nope. And everyone was freaking out wanting to know how Zoë Wayz, the adventurer, was going to get married.”
I hold back more brush so she can get by, and she does the same for me as we hit another bush.
“Confession?”
She gives me a half smile. “Go for it.”
“I’m glad you didn’t have to go through with it. The guy’s a douche.”
She nods but looks sheepish. “Me too.”
I motion to a rock and we sit, pulling out our waters.
“I’ve never told anyone that.”
I swallow a gulp of water. “What, that he’s a douche? I’m sure they know.”
She chokes on her water and shakes her head. “No, that I was so unsure about marrying him.”
“Well I’m glad you told me. I was starting to worry about your taste.” I put my bottle away and hold out my hand for her. “No rest for the wicked, honey, let’s go.”
“How big is this waterfall?”
“At least double the cliff.” She looks nervous so I stop her with my hand. “You don’t have to do it.”
I run my hand down her arm, entwining our fingers. “This is nothing compared to the base jumping you did in Yosemite.” I bump her and she smiles.
“Right.” Her chuckle sounds nervous.
“You sore from last night?”
“I am, but it’s a good sore.” She wiggles her brows at me and because it’s cute as fuck and she’s the first woman I’ve known outside of a sex club that makes me feel normal about my deviant sexual desires, I kiss her. Not hard and needy either, but slow and sweet and I end it with a peck to her head.
“Can I ask you something about Gwen?”
