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breath. Fields of half-ripe wheat and corn spread out in a patchwork blanket stitched together by tree lines and gravel roads.
     
    “This was worth the walk,” Tyler said. He pulled his shirt off, wiped his face with it, and tucked it in his back pocket.
     
    Megan’s breath caught in her throat but she managed to say, “It’s my favourite view,” without stuttering or blushing. She looked out over the fields again and located the Old King’s Bridge just ahead. She frowned. “I don’t like the look of that.”
     
    He almost asked ‘what’ but caught sight of the clouds resting low on the horizon and stretching high into a no longer clear blue sky. “It’ll break this heat,” he said.
     
    “Yeah, but there was no sign of that storm when we set out, so it’s moving fast.”
     
    “So, no King’s Bridge?”
     
    “You can see it from here,” she said and pointed.
     
    The rickety foot bridge was not what he had expected. “That’s King’s Bridge?”
     
    “What were you expecting? A marvel of modern engineering? That creek there runs through pasture land – good for watering cattle, not good if you need to move them. The farmer decided to build a bridge for his cows, but it was well known that he was hopeless with a hammer. His response to everyone’s jesting was ‘Just you wait, I’ll build a bridge fit for a king’. To his credit it was a solid bridge, not attractive or straight thought, but his neighbours called it King’s Bridge.”
     
    “And the name stuck.”
     
    “Stuck so hard that the village got named Kingsbridge and no one wanted to change it when we became a city.”
     
    He gave his head a shake. “I love it. It’s …”
     
    A distant rumble, like the sound of a truck on a gravel road, cut him short and her frown returned.
     
    “At least downhill is easier than uphill. Let’s move it.”
     
    To their credit they were over halfway back to the car before the first drops of rain hit them. The thunder drew closer, rolling along the fields like the low growl of some savage beast. The sky was steadily darkening and the rain, which had been slow, fat droplets, soon became sheets of fine water pellets beating down.
     
    They were within sight of the car before the sky really opened up but those last dozen yards were enough and they were both soaked. Sitting in the car with the rain pounding the roof and windshield, Megan started laughing. Tyler looked at her, and then smiled. Her hair was plastered to her neck and forehead in dark strands. Water literally dripped off the tip of her nose. Her shirt was soaked and it clung to her breasts in the most enticing way.
     
    This is Megan. This is the truth of her. Some strange, inviting, blend of funny, friendly, and downright sexy, Tyler thought and he felt a burning ache in the pit of his stomach as his heart thundered from exertion and emotion. God, I think I’m actually falling in love with her.
     
    “Oh, well. It’s not the first time I’ve been caught in a rain storm,” she said as her laughter died away. “We look ridiculous.”
     
    “You look beautiful.”
     
    She looked away from him. “I’ll get you back to the hotel.”
     
    “Will you come up? At least to dry off?”
     
    She heard it in his voice, that same subtle longing that used to creep into her mother’s voice whenever her father called to say he was working a double. A quick glance at him revealed nothing, no heartsick expression or wide, love struck eyes.
     
    Don’t read into this Megan. He’s a great guy but two weeks isn’t enough time to fall in love and it’s only been two days!
     
    “I think drying off would be a great idea. Besides, if I go home my mother will scold me for not checking the weather before going out.”
     
    “She didn’t get wet! I should be the one scolding you!”
     
    “No! Please don’t start that!” she chuckled and pulled into the visitor’s lot. She ignored the smug look on the desk clerk’s face and disappeared