Page 52 of Insta Bride

“You could say that, or you could acknowledge I was trying to avoid your hand, tripped over a log and you had to—”

“What?” The cockiness that made my heart flutter had returned. “Can’t you just admit, I saved you?”

“Okay.” I matched his smile with my own. “You saved me from certain injury.”

“I saved your life minutes before you saved mine. Can we agree to that story?”

I blew him a kiss. Wishing we were back in sync so we could duck away from the path for some alone time.

“So tomorrow, it’s my revenge,” he asked after we’d caught our breath.

“Your revenge? You realize I hate heights, right? No, balloon adventures. You promised.”

He didn’t give me any reason to believe he’d listened. Kye had teased me almost daily about taking me up in a balloon ride over the island, or a helicopter.

“You’ll be fine, you might even have fun.”

“I can’t imagine a situation where my life is literally on the line without losing anything I’ve eaten in the past year.”

Kye then bought out all the statistics on why a balloon or helicopter would not only be fun but exciting and safe.

Once again, we’d fallen back into easy banter and teasing.

If only he didn’t make me want to fall in love, it would have been easy to have an island fling.

Kye

I’d pulled out all stops.

I’d used all the influence I could with the production crew to give me the go ahead.

Yes, I knew there would be a boat trailing us at a small distance. Yes, I knew we’d still be mic’d up and there would be cameras set up everywhere. As far as romantic days went, it was the best I could do under the circumstances.

Bree and I got into heated argument when I’d rejected her proposal of the helicopter.

She knew about Elena’s fear and thought it would make great footage. The loved up Kye Branson being able to comfort Australia’s Sweetheart to overcome her fear of heights.

No.

Not ever.

“You’re going to owe me another interview.”

“Fine.”

“About why you don’t want to do the helicopter.”

“No.” What part of the English language did Bree not understand?

“Why not?”

“Because she doesn’t need to know.”

“But if she did—” Bree tried another way, assuming I thought I still had a chance with Elena. I didn’t, but I’d be prepared to go down fighting.

“It won’t make a difference. She’s got me pigeonholed and if she sees the interview, she’s going to think it was a setup.”

“But, Kye—”

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