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my eyes again. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. He doesn’t have to blindfold me if he wants me to miss. He just needs to stand close.
    Here goes nothing!
    I pull my arm back and let the Frisbee go. I strain my ears to hear the ‘ thump .’ Nothing.
    Andrew whistles. “Impressive,” he says. He lets his hands fall from my face. I miss his touch already.
    I open my eyes and look in the direction I threw. My Frisbee is lying right in front of the tree, touching one of the roots. “I did it!” I jump up and squeal in delight. “Hah! Take that, Andrew.”
    “Pressure’s mounting,” he says. “My turn.” He turns his back to me. I reach up and cover his eyes. As I do, I catch a whiff of his aftershave. It smells good. Like an early morning’s winter frost in Salt Lake City.
    I feel my heart thumping in my chest as I keep my hands over Andrew’s eyes. His body feels hard and strong against mine. I wonder if I would have this type of reaction with any guy, or just with him.
    Andrew pulls his throwing arm back. My breath catches. He swings forward and lets go.
    The Frisbee wobbles in the air and falls to the ground about ten feet short of the tree.
    “You win,” Andrew rustles, not even looking at his throw. He turns to face me. His hands lock behind the small of my back. “Your choice, Paige.”
    I look up at him. Blood is thundering in my ears. He smiles and tugs me close. My hands fall to his shoulders. “I…”
    “Yes?” he asks, peering down at me. His eyes look so intense, so beautiful.
    I don’t know what to say. How can I answer?
    “You keep looking at me that way,” he says slowly, “And I might have to kiss you.”
    That makes up my mind. “Yes,” I say. “Kiss me.”
    Andrew’s mouth crashes down and covers my own. I want to gasp when I feel the warmth of his lips against mine. His hands catch my face. Mine tangle in his hair.
    His tongue trails my upper lip, then meets mine. He tastes intoxicating, musky and sweet at the same time. I can feel the passion in his kiss. The raw, unadulterated desire that he harbors for me.
    It’s exciting. I’ve never been kissed this way before.
    Andrew lets me go.
    “Wow,” I breathe.
    “Yeah, wow.” He looks at me and brushes a strand of hair from my face. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that.”
    I feel all giddy inside, so I giggle. “How long?”
    “Since the moment I first saw you,” Andrew says. He picks up my hand. Our fingers twine together. “Come on.” He glances up at the darkening sky. “Let’s get back before we push our luck too far.”
     

Chapter Five
     
    We’re about a quarter of the way to shore when the first raindrop hits my face.
    At first, I think it’s just a splash of water from the paddle. But then the next one falls, and all of a sudden, the placid lake is being assaulted by hundreds of heavy drops from the sky.
    Andrew laughs. “I guess the weatherman was right!”
    A crash of thunder sounds overhead. I jump. “Shit!”
    Andrew’s face turns serious. “Paddle fast!” he exclaims. “A metal canoe in the middle of a body of water makes for an easy lightning rod.”
    My heart leaps to my throat. I stick the paddle in the water and row. I do it with every ounce of strength in my body.
    The rain is coming down so hard that I’m soaked to the bone within minutes. Another flash of lightning brightens the sky, followed immediately by rolling thunder. Andrew’s face is a picture of grim determination. “Row!”
    I swallow my fear and row with everything I’ve got. I dip my paddle in, drag it, and pull it out. Dip, drag, pull. Dip, drag, pull.
    I’m so focused on the motion that I’m caught completely off guard when our canoe bumps the shoreline. Andrew jumps out, splashing through the water, and drags the canoe onto land.
    He’s breathing hard, but there’s a smile on his face. “We made it!”
    I look at him, soaking wet in the rain, feet sunk in the sand, and start to