…It was a slow day, bright and sunny, the type of day people wanted to be running around outside, not browsing the shelves of a bookstore. Not that Hazel understood that line of reasoning. She always wanted to be browsing the shelves of a bookstore…
…it was like the book, or whoever had highlighted it, was speaking directly to Hazel.
"Come with me, lass, if you want an adventure."
She nearly dropped the book…
…He liked tipsy Hazel. She was more honest. And looked at him less like she didn't understand what planet he was from and more like she wanted to kiss him again…
…"You're wearing my sweatshirt."
Oh, right. That.
"It's comfortable."
"Mmm. I remember."
"Do you want it back?" She'd already started undoing the zipper when Noah's hands came to stop hers.
"No, I like seeing you in it."
"You do?"
"Of course. It satisfies some deep masculine urge to mark you as mine." His smile was full of teasing mischief…
…She tipped her face up to his. "I do trust you. There's just a lot of ways this could go wrong."
"Yeah, but think of all the ways it could go right."
Were they still talking about this boat trip or everything else between them? Hazel wanted to believe it could go right, she really did. But there was a reason she'd done the same thing for fifteen years, kept the same job and the same friends. Hazel liked to play it safe, and somehow that hadn't occurred to her until she stood on this rocky boat, held by this man who might not be a safe bet. Who might end up hurting her in the end.
But adventures weren't safe, right?
Getting out of your comfort zone was by definition, uncomfortable.
And if these last few weeks had taught her anything, it was that good things came from being a little bit unsafe, by taking a few risks now and then.
By trusting this man…
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