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attention the moment he turned his back. What was he reading? For a few moments, she resisted the urge to pry, until curiosity got the better of her. She leaned forward and turned the device around. Surely he wouldn’t mind if she took a quick peek.
    Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.
    The Psalms? Wow. Unexpected.
    Anjelica glanced at Kyle. He smiled as he grabbed the two bottled waters and a glass filled with ice. The pebble skipped across the water again. She leaned back in her chair. Had he seen her taking a peek? Her heart still pounded when he placed the drinks on the table beside their reading material.
    “I brought a glass in case you don’t like drinking out of a bottle. And if you don’t like ice, I can throw it away.”
    How thoughtful. “The bottle’s fine. Thanks.” Anjelica examined his drink. Water, too…but still. Were they totally opposite or quite alike? Anjelica was anxious to find out.
    He reached for her bottle. So did she. His fingers covered hers for an instant before he pulled away. “I’m sorry.”
    She tipped her head and smiled. “It’s OK.”
    “I was going to pass your drink to you.”
    Kyle lowered his gaze to the table, a little too long for Anjelica’s liking. Her heart dropped in a freefall. Was he examining the novel’s cover, or contemplating continuing his reading? Either option didn’t bode well.
    He reached for his water. Bottle in hand, he sank into his chair and cracked open the cap. He drank and then pulled the half-empty bottle away. Water spilled down his chin. He wiped it away with the back of his hand.
    “So, The Lucky One …any good?” His smile filled with mischief. He had been examining what she was reading.
    Anjelica couldn’t point fingers though—she was guilty of the same offense. She shifted in her seat, kicked off her shoes, and then curled her feet up on the chair again. Had he noticed the similarities on the book cover, too, or were the likenesses merely a figment of her imagination?
    “Pardon?” Now why did she say that? She’d heard him well enough. He’d only repeat the question.
    “ The Lucky One …is it any good?”
    She stared at a tear on the knee of his jeans. Tanned flesh teased from beneath the frayed threads.
    Kyle cleared his throat, his gaze trained on her, waiting.
    “Oh. I—I’ve just started reading. I’m only on chapter three, but so far it’s good.” Please, please don’t ask me anything else about this book. She needed to change the subject fast. “What are you reading?”
    Kyle set the bottle down then traced his fingers across his e-reader before looking back at her. His eyes narrowed and a wrinkle formed across his brow. “Promise you won’t laugh?”
    “Why would I do that?”
    “Because it’s happened before…with other people, of course, not you.”
    “People have mocked you because of your reading preference?”
    “Sometimes. More often they mock my beliefs and my being open about them.”
    She knew that feeling.
    Their eyes locked and Anjelica saw more. He’d been hurt, too. “I give you my word.”
    He gave a weak smile.
    Was he nervous?
    “OK. I believe you,” he finally said. “I’m busy reading through my favorite book, the book of Psalms. I find such encouragement within its pages.”
    “But surely reading the Bible in a public place is just putting yourself slam-bang in mockery’s path?”
    “Probably, but it’s one sure way to sift out the little lambs in wolves’ clothing.”
    “I don’t understand.”
    “I’m not sure how to explain myself without sounding…arrogant.” He clasped his hands together and leaned forward.
    Anjelica gravitated toward him.
    He unclasped his hands and raked his fingers through his hair before wiping his face. Then once again, he clasped his hands together. “Ever since I became renowned as a wingsuiter a few years back, women have…well,