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“Let’s go to bed.”
“Huh?”
“Let’s climb into our tents. It’s almost midnight.”
Good heavens, she’d trusted him so much that she’d relaxed and fallen asleep in his arms. Wow!
He loosened his grip, and she weakly slid off his lap, though he’d kept one of his hands fastened to her arm to help steady her as she stood. That was probably a good thing with the way she wobbled.
Hunter stood along with her, then freed her and stretched his arms over his head, and yawned. When he lowered his arms, he gestured toward her tent.
“I had a nice time tonight,” she said, gluing her gaze to his, hoping to draw him in for a goodnight kiss.
He leaned toward her and gave her a sweet peck on the lips.
“See you in the morning.”
He winked at her. Her heart fluttered.
“You’re going to like Lover’s Leap Falls. I can’t wait to show it to you. The day will be epic,” he advised.
“I can’t wait. Promise?”
His smile stretched wide.
“I promise. Epic. You’ll love it.”
ChapterEight
“Wakey, wakey ladies.”
Hunter’s deep voice rang through Hannah’s ear canals. How was it morning already? She placed her fingers to her tingling lips. Those kisses she’d shared with Hunter were fabulous. Sitting by the fire, wrapped in his arms, had been comforting. A repeat of that tonight, the last night of their trip, would be absolutely wonderful. She frowned at that thought...the last night of their trip. The last night she’d see him. She finally took a chance on someone and likely this would be it. Just one more night, then they’d both be off living their new lives as college graduates.
The scent of taco meat wafted in the air. Had she slept so well it was dinnertime?
“Hey, the breakfast burritos are almost finished!” Hunter yelled. “Chop, chop. We have an awesome day ahead of us, and we need to get going.”
The man sounded cheerful.
Bianca rolled over with an annoyed groan. “What time is it?” she asked. Frustration laced her tone.
“Almost nine,” Hunter replied.
Holy shit. Nine. She hadn’t slept this long or this well for quite some time. Her nightmares had been subsiding, but a good night’s rest was still a rarity since her incident with Sebastián.
Hannah flipped back the top of her sleeping bag and snagged a fresh set of clothes from her backpack. She was more than ready to hit this day running.
Her stomach growled almost as loudly as Bianca, at the thought of getting out of the sack. Alyssa moved sluggishly, but with no verbal complaint.
The spicy aroma practically pulled Hannah out of the tent. As she slipped out, she caught Hunter’s upbeat gaze.
“Good morning,” he said as a smile stretched his sun-kissed, chiseled face.
The amber flecks in his warm chestnut irises sparkled with the help of a sunray, beaming through the trees onto him.
“Morning.”
She pointed to the cast-iron fry pan on the camp stove. “That smells delicious.”
