Leaning Into Touch (Leaning Into Series Book 4) by Lane Hayes

Author:Lane Hayes [Hayes, Lane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lane Hayes
Published: 2017-10-03T18:30:00+00:00

We drove north over the Golden Gate Bridge toward Marin County. I craned my neck to the right to soak in the incredible view of San Francisco on a glorious spring day. The colors were brilliant, from the magnificent red bridge to the turbulent blue water below and the rolling green hills in the distance. There were a ton of sailboats in the Bay. I wondered idly if Zane and Eric were out there. It was a perfect day to drift aimlessly.

“Are you cold?” Finn asked.

I’d gone back into the house to grab a couple of sweaters before we headed out and Finn claimed to have a wool blanket in the car as well, so I figured the question was rhetorical.

“No, this is refreshing.”

He grinned in response and cranked the radio a little louder. I hummed along to the old Maroon 5 song and when Finn sang the chorus to “Makes Me Wonder,” I joined in, feeling increasingly lighthearted the further we drove outside the city. By the time he veered west to follow Highway 1, I felt like myself again. The real me who didn’t let bad juju stick to him for long.

My last jaunt through Muir Woods had been in a friend’s Volkswagen van. It was a treacherous drive in a slower, top heavy vehicle but the steep, winding road didn’t pose a challenge for the Porsche. Finn leaned into the curves with both hands wrapped around the leather steering wheel. I caught myself staring when the sun glinted off his sunglasses, giving his light brown hair golden highlights. It wreathed him in a celestial aura that made him look godlike. Special. But then he’d flash me a devilish, disarming grin that made my dick twitch and my heart sputter, reminding me this guy was no choirboy.

I gasped with delight when the ocean came into view again. The higher elevation offered breathtaking panoramic vistas on a clear day. It was a bird’s eye view with perspective. I was a tiny human, a speck of dust in the grander scheme of things, and my problems were temporary. This was forever. As Van Morrison sang about the mystic, a peaceful feeling came over me.

“Thank you.”

Finn gave me a sideways glance and smiled. “Anytime. Want to keep driving or shall we stop here?”

“I’ll leave it up to you,” I said.

He nodded then turned at the next exit and parked his car in a half-full lot.

“Neither of us is dressed for a big hike, but we can follow the trail to my favorite rock.”

I shot him a sardonic look before lifting my face to the sun. “Favorite rock? What is that—like a pet rock? Did you name it?”

“No, but that’s not a bad idea. Every good thinking spot should have a name,” he replied as he grabbed a blanket from the trunk and then slammed it shut. “This way.”

We weren’t the only ones who’d decided to take advantage of the beautiful day. However, it was still off-season in early April so the trail winding along the cliffside wasn’t overly crowded.

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