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He locked her in the bonds of his strong arms and held her while she cried. “It’s okay, Jojo.”
    “That would have been bad. Clumps of father drifting on the water.” She started to cry harder and she felt the rumble of Gareth’s laughter in his chest. It bounced her cheek gently and though she wanted to be angry with him for laughing, she wasn’t. She knew her reaction was fueling his.
    And it was funny in a dark and twisted way, which was normally the kind of humor they shared.
    “Dad would be pissed,” he whispered to her earlobe. “Break me up and let me float, God damn it.”
    Then she was laughing. Messy unfeminine snorts and guffaws that shook her body. “Jesus. We are sick.”
    “You have to laugh. It’s imperative.”
    He patted the small of her back and there was that unexpected rush and bustle of her body reacting, shifting due to the feel of his hands on her.
    Not now…not now!
    They stood there for a few minutes while the rain slowed. The ashes had mingled well with the water by then. Most of it having washed away with the now swirling current.
    She waved once and turned away, done with the sadness. Wanting just to remember the good stuff about her dad and not the fact that he was gone.
    But what if he wasn’t her dad? Or what if he wasn’t Gareth’s dad.
    She was shaking a little as she walked across the slippery rocky trail and Gareth kept a steadying hand on the small of her back.
    Everything she knew was shaken and upside down. It was an unsettling feeling…to say the least.
     
     
     

Chapter Six
    They slowed when the rain began to fall harder again. Gareth ducked off the path and walked out onto a small overhang. The rock was a bit slippery but the view was astounding. Jordan watched the water dance under the deluge.
    “It’s nice here,” she said.
    “I know. I come here sometimes. Just for the quiet.” Gareth hooked his elbow around her neck and tugged her in. He kissed her above her ear without looking at her. It was an old familiar gesture. The kiss. The embrace. The comfortable silence.
    But under it all ran a current of unease and worry for Jordan. She couldn’t stop what-iffing and it was driving her mad.
    “Stop it,” he said.
    “Stop reading my mind,” she whispered. Her voice barely audible above the hiss of rain.
    “Sorry, old habit,” he laughed and squeezed her briefly.
    When Gareth turned to face her full-on, she realized how close they were. That only a few scant inches separated their faces. How once upon a time she would never have thought of it, but now things might be different. She might not have to feel so…bad.
    Gareth inclined his head and she had the thought to pull back. To move her head, to stiff-arm him…to just say no. And yet, she didn’t move to do any of those things. Instead, she moved in to meet his lips.
    His mouth, soft and warm and perfectly aggressive as it pressed down on hers. The embrace moved from sibling affection to passion and she didn’t let the thought take root. If she did, she’d cry or scream or maybe dive into the pounding river.
    Instead, Jordan parted her lips and took the kiss, wishing for conflicting things—for everything to change and nothing to change.
    Jordan tried to breathe as his tongue dragged over hers—lazy and sensual and so forbidden. Gareth pulled her in, pushing his hard thigh between her legs. When she tried for a split second to back off, he cupped his hand to the back of her head and she surrendered, taking the kiss as hard as he wanted to give it.
    “You said you wouldn’t run,” he said, holding her to him.
    “But we don’t know yet and—“
    “I won’t even touch you,” he said. “So let me.”
    He started to move her just a bit from side to side, his strong hands easily directing her and his muscular leg grinding to her. Jordan felt the sweet bite of pressure on her clit and the thick rush of juices in her pussy. She moaned and Gareth took that sound and swallowed it down in his