I’m never usually impulsive, never take the lead, but let the guy follow. So why now? Come on, isn’t it obvious? The man’s gorgeous with a capital G. That’s why. He kissed her back, prying open her mouth with the tip of his tongue so it could slip over the threshold and tease her own. The fishing had now been long forgotten as they let the rod slide down to the ground, and he almost lifted her off her feet as their kiss deepened. He was a complete stranger. He lived in the wilderness…well sort of. She had to be crazy. Emily pulled away, seeing the look of hurt and puzzlement on his face as he knitted his eyebrows together. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what you must think of me,” she said, looking down at the ground. She hoped he didn’t see her blushing. She knew she was because she felt the burn in her cheeks. He put his fingers under her chin, pulling her face up so she was forced to look at him. Trent was the most handsome man she’d ever seen. Big brown eyes that she could have sworn she’d seen someone before, but couldn’t think where.
