“You go,” I say.
“Nah, I’ve already seen it,” he says. He throws his arm around me. “Besides I like the view up here on the deck better.”
As his gaze moves over my face, I laugh. “How many times has that line worked for you?” I ask, even though I am a sure thing.
“Once?” he questions, an adorable grin on his face.
“No.”
“Damn, I guess I’m going to have to pull out the playbook this time, huh?”
“You better bring your A-game if you want me in your bed tonight, pal,” I say.
His cocky grin is back. “Are you sure you can handle my A-game, Kins?”
Lord, if he was playing with B-effort, then his A-game might just do me in—physically and emotionally. But I’m not about to tell him that. I want this.
I want him.
“I guess we’re going to find out,” I say.
5
Cason
I like her. A lot. I always have actually. She’s funny and sexy and I love that she came here with an open mind. I never stopped to think about how hard she works, or how many hours she spends on her truck, but she’s always behind the window cooking and serving up food. If I can help her have fun while here, then I’m all about it. When we return back home, things go back to the way they were. Kinsley doesn’t want more than this, and I’m okay with that.
As the ropes holding the hot air balloon to the ground are released, and we begin to climb, she sinks to the floor. I squat with her. “Maybe a drink will help,” I say and lift one of the bottles of champagne provided. The others are all looking over the edge, but Kinsley is looking a little pale.
“Liquid courage. I think that’s exactly what’s needed,” she says. I grin, pop the cork and give her a generous amount. She sips it, and when it’s gone, she holds her glass out for another. “You don’t have to be down here with me,” she says.
“I know, but I’m trying to seduce you into my bed, and I’m not going to win points if I just let you sit here in fear.” That’s not the entire truth. I am worried about her, and want to make this easier for her, but sometimes the words just don’t come out right.
She chuckles. “Right, forgot about that.” She takes another big drink.
“Want to get up?”
A big breath fills her lungs, and she lets it out slowly and nods. I stand and hold my hand out to her.
“Thanks,” she says as I lift her and tug her into my side, securing her to me and hopefully giving her a sense of security. She wobbles a little. “This is insane,” she says, and glances up into the balloon.
“But fun.”
“Not yet,” she says, and I laugh.
Emily shifts closer to us. “How you doing, Kins?” she asks, her gaze going back and forth between the two of us as I hold her. I think she’s starting to get the idea that Kinsley is the biter Liam was talking about.
“I’m good,” Kinsley says and grips the woven wicker edge.
“You have a mark on your neck,” Emily says, and brushes Kinsley’s hair from her shoulder.
“Curling iron,” she says quickly. “I was super tired this morning when getting ready.”
“You might want to put something on that,” she suggests, and I bite back a grin, because yeah, I plan to put something on that again tonight—my mouth.
“I will, thanks.”
Another bottle of champagne is popped and glasses are handed around. Kane holds his glass up a