Page 23 of My Fearless Fake Fling

“Good, now move your cute butt.” He spun me around and shoved me off the ledge.

Heshoved meoffthe ledge.

“Ohmygosh,” I screamed as I zipped down the line. The wind whipped at my face. I choked and coughed when a bug flew down my throat because I was stupid enough to scream while ziplining.

Still, nothing I’d done so far compared to the exhilaration of speeding toward the hard, packed earth while my fake boyfriend cheered behind me. There were hoots and yelps from the ground, people watching or waiting their turns.

And so caught up in the rush, I almost forgot to lift my legs at the bottom so I didn’t hit them against the wooden ramp and end up with two broken legs or possibly a broken back. Last minute, I remembered and lifted, jarring to a stop when the attendant waiting to receive me grabbed my harness.

All smiles, I jumped up and down and hugged the attendant.

“That was amazing,” I called to Len, who didn’t have to be shoved, butleaptfrom the platform to begin his zip.

It felt like seconds slowed to millennia while I was up there, but watching him, the seconds sped up to milliseconds. Faster than fast, he touched down, much more gracefully than me. But the man jumped from airplanes for a living, so I wouldn’t expect anything less.

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