From whirlwind fling…
To wedding ring?
A Canadian adventure holiday is the trip of a lifetime for Molly Quinn. Paired up with gorgeous tycoon Eric Chambault, they’re pushed out of their comfort zones and closer together…But as their holiday comes to an end, will their summer romance work in the real world?
“This is a great spot,” Molly said, leaning back to look at the stars that had popped out overhead. “I mean, I know this is supposed to be some great adventure tour, but I feel as if I’m in the lap of luxury. Wineries and great food and a massage and a soak in a hot tub. It’s positively indulgent.”
“Enjoy it now. In a few days we’ll be roughing it.”
The mood had changed a bit, and Molly felt a bit off-balance. She hadn’t really been tested so far on this trip, and now she was afraid of looking silly in front of Eric as the more challenging aspects were just ahead. He seemed so…capable. Of anything.
“Just think, though,” he said softly. “We’ll be out there surrounded by nature, seeing orcas and sea lions and who knows what else? It’s pretty amazing.”
“I’m trying not to be intimidated.”
“But you are?”
She nodded, deciding to confide a little. What would it hurt? That was the whole purpose of the trip, wasn’t it? To stretch her boundaries a little? Besides, after this trip was over, she’d never see him again. There was some safety in that.
“I’m good at what I do, but I’ve lived a pretty sheltered life.” Especially since Jack’s death, and she was left an only child. “I’m not used to feeling vulnerable. So while kayaking with killer whales sounds amazing and exciting, it’s also way out of my comfort zone. I mean…” She gestured down at herself. “I’m this size. And an orca is…”
“Much, much bigger.”
“I have this fear that one will swim under my kayak and flip me over.”
“We’ll stay close to shore. I don’t think you have to worry about that.”
“Probably not. But…it is what it is.” She smiled weakly. “Please don’t use that against me.”
“I won’t.” He studied her with a somber expression. “I don’t believe in using people’s fears against them.”
She thought about that for a moment. “Really? Because I’d think that might be a strategy for someone in acquisitions. A negotiating tactic.”
He tilted his head as he thought for a minute. “No,” he answered. “I might exploit a weakness, but not a fear. And yes, there’s a difference.”
He removed one arm from the edge of the hot tub and turned to face her, only inches away. Her pulse hammered at her throat as his gaze captured hers. “What you just said? That’s a fear.” He moved an inch closer. “But the way I’m feeling right now, this close to you? That’s a weakness.”
Her breath caught. “Are you asking me to exploit it?”
His gaze dropped to her lips, then back up to her eyes. “Oh, it’s tempting. Very tempting.”