Page 90 of Love on the Run

“Because Liv is ridiculously excited about this, and I’m kinda committed to her happiness.”

Beau let out a deep exhale. “It’s like that over here too.”

“Woo-hoo!” Dawson shouted.

“But don’t print it in the newspaper. This is really new, and given the state of things when we left Blackwater, I don’t think this new development is going to be easy for her.”

“Got it. Cross my heart and hope to fly.”

Being friends with Dawson was exhausting.

“Oop. Gotta go. Liv is off the phone, and she wants to talk about you and Anna. Have fun, and make good choices.”

Beau hung up the phone just as Anna was walking back toward him. She held up her phone between them.

“Any chance I can convince you to take a selfie with me by the falls?”

Beau raised a brow. “A selfie?”

“Please,” she begged.

Good grief. Why was it impossible to say no to her? “Fine, but this doesn’t get posted anywhere on the internet.”

Anna bounced on her toes. “Promise.”

Beau took the phone from her just as she pressed her body against his side. With one arm around her and one holding out the phone, he took the firstselfie of his life.

Dinner at the Liberty Grille was out, considering they didn’t want to be recognized after the fake proposal. They ran into Joanna in the lodge after their hike, and she suggested the restaurant on a nearby mountain.

Anna radiated joy the entire time. Her smile never fell, and she even silenced her phone a few times without wavering.

When Anna asked about his biggest fear on the elevator ride up to their room, even he was laughing.

“Just tell me. I promise to keep your secret,” she begged with her arms wrapped snugly around his right one.

“I can’t. You’ll laugh at me.”

“I’m already laughing!” she pointed out.

“Nope.”

“Please.” The single word was drawn out and sultry.

Oh no. She couldn’t be this close and using that voice on him right before they locked themselves in a room alone for the next twelve hours.

Yeah, he had to do something. Sharing a room with a friend was different from sharing a room with a woman he was not only attracted to but also falling for.

The elevator dinged, and the doors opened.

“Come on. I promise I won’t tell.”

Maybe his irrational fear would come in handy.She’d be completely unattracted to him after finding out.

“It’s pigs.”

“What?”

“Pigs. I hate pigs.”

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