The porch light lit up and Sidney squealed. She sprang to her feet and joined Blake in his mad dash to get away. Her heart pounded from the adrenalin as they ran across the yard. Blake pulled ahead of her and she grabbed onto his shirt to keep from being left behind.
He tripped, and a loud ripping noise rang out as he struggled to catch himself before hitting the ground. Sidney giggled as he slowed to look at his ripped shirt.
“What are you kids doing?” an old man yelled from the doorway. “Get off my lawn!”
They both burst out laughing and then sprinted the rest of the way to the sidewalk. They slowed as they neared Blake’s truck. “You tore my shirt!” Blake said as he opened the passenger door.
“Technically you tore it. I was just holding it.” She climbed into the seat, breathless from the running.
He leaned into the cab. “You think so, huh?” A playful smile tugged at his lips.
He was so close she could smell his aftershave, and her heart did that crazy crush thing again. She shoved him away. “Yes, your fault. Now get in and drive.”
He chuckled and obliged.
Chapter 13
Sidney sat on the cold metal folding chair in the small classroom. Blake sat beside her, an encouraging smile on his face. The skydiving instructor, a balding man in his late thirties, was energetically telling her what she was about to experience.
A few other people sat in there with them, and most of them looked excited. Sidney glanced at a sign on the wall that read, ‘If at first you don’t succeed, skydiving is not for you.’ She thought she might throw up. Blake reached over and squeezed her hand.
When it came time to put on the gear, she thought she would lose it. “Why did you talk me into this?”
“Because you’re going to love it.” He helped her slip the harness around her middle. When his fingers brushed her skin, the tingles took over, making her entire body buzz. Maybe being strapped to Blake wouldn’t be so bad. He handed her a pair of goggles and a helmet.
“What makes you so sure?”
He clasped her shoulders in his strong hands and looked into her eyes. She knew she shouldn’t meet his gaze. His eyes held some crazy magical power over her, and her knees melted when she looked at them. But she had no choice, and she silently cursed her weakness as she looked into his cool blue eyes.
“Remember when we would go to the park as kids? You would always run off to find the tallest tree to climb. I once asked you why you did that. You told me it was the closest you’d get to flying with the birds.”
He remembered that? Why did he care so much about her wish to fly when he was sneaking off and making out with Natalie? Blake was a mystery. A frustrating but very handsome mystery. She swallowed. “I was seven.”
“But you spoke from your heart.” He clicked the metal ring into place and turned her around. “Now, we’re going to board the plane. When it’s time to jump, I’ll hitch us together.”
Her heart leapt into her throat. She really was going to do this. With Blake. Was she insane? She’d given up doing insane things long ago. Being cautious was better. You don’t get hurt when you think things through.
As they walked out to the small plane, Sidney shook her hands, trying to get rid of the nerves. Blake said he’d done this a million times. She’d be fine. If she hated it, all she had to do was close her eyes and pretend she was on some scary amusement park ride. At least she loved those. Hmm. Maybe Blake was right. Maybe she would like this.
They got to the steps and Blake climbed into the plane, then extended his hand. She stared at it. “Do you trust me?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said without hesitation, which made her blink in surprise. She did trust him. Last night she’d trusted him enough to tell him things she hadn’t even told Mia. She’d thought she couldn’t bear to reveal Asher’s hurtful name for her to anyone, but she’d told Blake.
The realization startled her and she took a step back. Why had she told Blake, anyway? Because they were friends? Or was it because she wanted something more? What was it about Blake that made her say and do things she never would with anyone else? She couldn’t afford to make more out of this than there was. Her heart couldn’t take another shatter from Blake. Sure, he was flirting, but she knew he wasn’t serious about her.
“Take my hand.”
His command brought her out of her thoughts and she grabbed his hand. She was being stupid. He’d said they were friends, and friends told each other stuff. That’s all. She didn’t need to read anything into the situation. That was what had gotten her into trouble last time.
Blake pulled her close. “You okay?” he whispered in her ear.
“Fine.” She plastered on a smile.
“Good. Because the fun is about to begin.” He motioned to a seat. “You’ll need to be strapped in for take-off.”
She sat down and pulled the seatbelt tight after clicking it in. The instructor closed the door and they waited while someone did some final flight checks. Her pulse thrummed as she gripped her seat and the engine started.
Blake leaned over. “Remember the rope over the lake?” He practically had to scream over the noise.
“Yeah.”
“It’s another reason I think you’ll love this.”
She did remember the summer they tied a rope to a branch that hung over the lake. They’d run and swing out as far as they could, then let go and see how big of a splash they could make. She smirked. “I remember you got a tick. Right on your back side.”
He cringed. “That was an unfortunate incident.”
“My mom had to pull it off.” She nudged him and they both laughed.
“Well, how was I supposed to reach it?” His face turned red, and she laughed again.
The plane began moving, and Sidney swallowed her nerves. This was it. They were going up. The only way down was to jump.
The plane waited for a minute, then accelerated forward and took off. Sidney grabbed Blake’s hand as they climbed higher. Soon they were circling, and the instructor opened the door.
The other jumpers went first. Some of them went solo, while two went tandem like she and Blake. When it was their turn, she stood and Blake ushered her closer to the door. There were several metal clinking sounds as Blake clipped himself to the back of her harness. He tugged on them to make sure they were secure. “Are you ready?” he shouted.
She shook her head. “No.”
He put his arms around her, pulling her back to his chest. “Don’t worry,” he said in her ear. “I’ve got you.” The deep intonation of his voice combined with his close proximity made her heart do funny things in her chest. “Now, cross your arms and hold onto the shoulder straps.”
She did as he said, her knuckles white from clenching so hard. She could do this. She could jump from a plane.
“Lift your legs up to your chest.”
When she lifted up, she felt like she was in a baby carrier, hooked onto Blake’s chest. He stepped to the open door. “On the count of three.”
She nodded.
“One. Two.” He hesitated, and she thought she was going to pass out from the anxiety. “Three.”
She closed her eyes as he jumped. The wind whistled past her at an alarming rate, like she’d stuck her head out of the car on the interstate. It pushed against her cheeks, distorting her face. Her stomach dropped and she screamed, but as soon as they were away from the plane, a peaceful silence settled in and she opened her eyes.
She’d seen photographs taken from above, but the view before her was more breathtaking than she’d anticipated. And the feeling of rushing through the air, flying...it was incredible. Exhilarating. Her pulse raced and her senses felt heightened. She stretched her arms out. Speaking was almost impossible with the wind, so she just let out a happy whoop.
From this vantage point, she could see the curvature of the earth. The farm fields in patches of greens and browns. The clouds. It was amazing.
Blake shifted and they started spinning, l
ike a snowflake in the wind. She screamed, enjoying the dizzying effect it had on her brain. He stopped the spinning and let her enjoy the free fall for a few moments longer, but it felt almost like an eternity. Time seemed to work differently as they fell at a dizzying speed toward the earth.
Blake reached up and pulled the cord. They jerked when the parachute deployed and caught their rapid fall. The air no longer rushed past her but turned into a brisk breeze instead.
“What did you think?” he asked.
“That was awesome!” she shouted.
He laughed. “I knew you’d love it.”
“I don’t know why I was so scared.”
Blake pointed. “There’s the lake.”
She looked out over the town, the miniature buildings and the tiny cars. The gentle descent combined with the close proximity to Blake made her stomach do flips. She tried to ignore the way her skin came alive when they touched. They took turns pointing out landmarks while Blake steered them so they would land in the field near the airport.
As they neared the ground, she found herself disappointed. That had been the most amazing thing she’d ever done...and it was over. She lifted her feet as instructed. Their descent was slow enough that Blake landed on his feet. Blake unhooked them and Sidney turned around, unable to hide the excitement rushing through her. “That. Was. Amazing!”
She took off her helmet and goggles, tossing them on the grass. “I can’t believe the feeling of flying through the air. It was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.”
Blake grinned, peeling off his goggles as well. “I’m glad I made you do it.”
Before she thought much about it, she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. He seemed stunned at first, but he snapped out of it and pulled her close to him. Her heart pounded loudly in her ears. As the tingles coursed through her body, she knew she’d made a mistake and tried to push back, but his hold on her was too strong. She looked up at him, and he stared at her, all playfulness gone. He was gazing at her, and it made her stomach feel like she’d jumped from the plane again.
She couldn’t look him in the eyes, so her gaze landed on his lips, which was dumb, but all thought left her brain. His lips moved closer, and she felt a force stronger than any magnet pulling her to him.
Their lips met and her senses exploded. His kiss was tentative. Gentle. But the feelings it stirred up were strong. She kissed him back, before her brain could register what they were doing. She didn’t want to think. All she wanted was for this moment to last forever.
Being in his embrace, his lips moving over hers, felt like the world had stopped and nothing else mattered. She grew dizzy as he kissed her more passionately.
And then, like an unwanted guest at a party, her sister’s voice came into her head. Do you remember when you kissed me behind the trees in our backyard?
Snapping out of her Blake-induced coma, she shoved herself away from him. What was she doing? She couldn’t kiss Blake!
She turned to flee, but he grabbed her arm. “Sidney...wait.”
She turned back to him. “I’m engaged, Blake. What do you think you’re doing?”
He winced. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
His words sent a stabbing pain through her chest. She wanted to get away from him. Run from the feelings he created in her. Run from the way he had carelessly kissed her, like it was no big deal to him. He must have read her thoughts, because he pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her, forcing her to stay. “Please forgive me. It was a mistake, I promise.”
The look on his face stopped her cold. He looked pained. He regretted kissing her. Nice. This was worse than his flirting! She wanted to sink into a hole in the ground.
He pulled back, his face pleading. “I’m sorry. Can we just forget it happened?”
What was she supposed to say to that? If she said no and stomped off, she’d look like a stupid child. Especially when she’d been sucked into the kiss as well and had kissed him back. She was probably at fault as much as he was. She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Fine.”
He let go of her and began gathering up his parachute. “I don’t know what got into me. The excitement of the jump, I guess.”
She picked up her helmet and goggles and mumbled, “I guess.” If he was trying to make things better, he wasn’t doing it right. She felt dead inside.
“I’m glad you liked the jump. Maybe we can go again in a few weeks.”
Not likely. She swallowed back the words and instead forced a smile. “Sure.”
They didn’t speak as they took off their gear and gathered their things. When they got to his truck, she waited for him to open her door, even though she wanted to hop in to annoy him.
He opened the door and she climbed in. “Do you want to go grab some dinner?”
I’d rather eat glass. She coughed into her fist. “Sorry, I have to go into the office tonight and get caught up on some things.”
He shut her door and climbed into the driver’s seat. “I could help.”
A knot formed in the pit of her stomach. How was she going to get out of this? She’d just told him she’d forget about the kiss and pretend it never happened. “It’s just data entry, and boring stuff. I’m sure you don’t want to—”
“I don’t mind. It will give me something to do.”
Sidney bit the inside of her cheek. If she protested too much, he’d think she was mad at him. Or worse, being a baby about the kiss. She sighed. “Okay.”
“We can order Chinese. Your favorite still the cashew chicken?”
“Sounds delicious.” Super. She was stuck spending the evening with Blake.
Chapter 14
Blake held the take out and the drinks, and still managed to open the door to Blissfully Matched without dropping anything. Sidney looked up from her computer and rushed around her desk.
She took the paper sack and set it down on her desk. “Sorry, I probably should have gone with you to get dinner.” She frowned.
It hadn’t bothered him. In all honesty, he was glad she wasn’t shoving him out the door. He’d royally messed up by kissing her. He hadn’t meant to do it. His body had just taken over, and he’d found he couldn’t control the urge anymore. Stupid. She’d put up her Ted wall so fast his head spun.
“No problem.” He pulled the chair closer to his side of her desk.
Sidney lifted the containers out of the sack, handing over his broccoli beef and a fork and doing her best not to look at him. The aromas filled the small space, and his stomach growled. She sat down and started on her meal.
The tension in the room was stifling. Why had he insisted on spending time with her this evening? She didn’t want him around. He was probably hurting the situation more than helping it. But something in him wouldn’t let go.
Kissing Sidney had been amazing. She’d ignited a fire in him years ago, and kissing her again had rekindled the flame. Kissing Melody had never been that way. There was something between him and Sidney he couldn’t deny.
Sidney looked up from her take out. “What are you doing next Friday night?”
He froze. She was asking him out? Maybe he was misreading her. Maybe she wasn’t upset about the kiss. “Nothing.”
“Great. Your next match will meet you at Thai Land, on Fifth Street. Wear something nice.”
He should have seen that one coming. Forcing a smile, he stabbed a piece of broccoli with his fork. “Okay. What’s her name?”
“Angie Nicholson. And don’t be so picky this time.”
He wrinkled his nose. “Is this how you talk to your clients?” She opened her mouth to respond, but he continued, cutting her off. “I see how you do it, now. You intimidate your clients so they feel obligated to say they found a match.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, puh-leeze. Stop being such a baby about it. Admit you were a little picky with Chloe.”
“I admit nothing.”
“Fine. Be like that. But Angie is a dear, and you need to g
ive her a chance.”
“Of course.” He faked enthusiasm. The only girl who interested him right now was sitting across from him. The thought startled him and he swallowed. Sidney was doing everything she could to push him away. What kind of crazy notion did he have that she might get over it and become interested in him? Why was he doing this to himself?
She smiled. “Good. Meet Angie at six. Be nice.”
“I’m always nice.”
She picked up her soda and took a sip. “Mm hmm.”
“Are you implying something?”
“What about all those times you and Grayson would sit on me until I did what you wanted? How nice was that?”
Blake let out a hearty laugh. “I’d forgotten about that.”
“You weren’t the one scarred for life.”
He took another bite of his meal, assessing her. She was beginning to relax again, and joke around with him. How could he keep her this way? After he swallowed, he said, “You’re being a little dramatic.”
“Maybe so. But you have to admit, you and Grayson did your share of torturing me.”
He chuckled. “You dished it right back, if I recall. I remember a bucket of water landing on my head when I entered the kitchen.”
“Payback for the whoopee cushion.” She grinned and then sobered. “Do you and Grayson keep in touch?”
“We’ve chatted a few times online, but not much.”
“Yeah.” She stared at her food. “Me, too.”
The saddened look in her eyes made his gut clench. “You’re not close anymore?”
She shrugged. “He’s focused on his career right now. Rarely comes back to see us. The last time he visited was Christmas—three years ago.”
Silence stretched as she played with her food a little while longer. He wanted to take her hand but knew that was a bad idea. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. I know he’s busy. I just...” She let her voice trail off.
“You miss him.”
She nodded. “I watch Forensic Science each week, even though it’s a bit too bloody for me, just because I know he’s a part of it.”
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