He raced toward her, hardly feeling the sticks and stones on the path beneath his bare feet. Gabby was here. And holy shit, she was about to jump. And she was here. He took the steps three at the time, bounding onto the platform. Gabby sat there, pale and shaky, staring up at him with wide eyes. He gripped her hands and tugged her to her feet, wanting desperately to crush her in his arms, but he was soaking wet and ice cold, and he owed her an apology first in any case. “I wanted to do this before you saw me,” she said, nodding toward the zip-line behind her. The zip-line she was attached to—backward. “And I am so fucking proud of you, but unless you’re certified, you should never jump alone.” He held on to her fingers lest she get any ideas. Her chin went up. “I paid attention when you showed me the gear last time.” “I see that, and you did a great job.
