Getting Wet (A Three Sisters Story Book 1) by Kat London

Author:Kat London [London, Kat]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kat London Books
Published: 2017-09-25T16:00:00+00:00

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We pulled into a small section of gravel that sat at the edge of Goat Pond. We weren’t far from town, but were just far enough to make it feel like we were the only two people in the world. Darian helped me unload a kayak, which we tucked the basket of food inside before taking it out into the water.

“Have you ever kayaked before?” I asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said. “I promise not to capsize us.”

I laughed. “As long as you know how to roll, I won’t be worried.”

“Roger,” he said.

“And don’t ever call me ma’am again.”

We carried the kayak together, setting it in the dark, cold waters. “Shouldn’t we launch from shore?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No, a kayak is more stable when it’s all in the water. Are you ready?”

He nodded, and I motioned for him to get in first. Darian proved to be less awkward than I expected, slipping into the boat with ease. I handed him his paddle, and then braced myself with mine, as I lowered my legs into my seat.

“And we’re off!” he announced.

As we rode out into the water, I helped paddle to get us going. Eventually, we’d developed an even rhythm, and the current helped to push us along. I couldn’t help but be in awe by our surroundings. The quiet sounds of the lake as the water lapped against our boat and the odd cry of a loon somewhere in the distance; all of this under the shadow of the great Rocky Mountains, that towered far above us in the sky. This was part of what had kept me in Canmore for the last two years, its powerful and untouched beauty where adventures could be found in any corner.

As we toured across the lake, I watched Darian working his paddle, each stroke perfectly timed. The muscles along his arms flexed each time the oar hit the water, working through the stroke until it broke through the surface and rose to enter again up ahead. Sometimes he paused, placing the paddle across his front, and I knew he was looking up at the mountain peaks with the same awe that I had. We might come from two different worlds, but we definitely had the same appreciation for our surroundings.

“Let’s stop up there.” I pointed out a section of beach ahead of us, where the pines lined its back like a fence keeping the area private. We’d been on the water for over an hour by this time, and had yet to see any other signs of human life. I took that as a sign.

I helped Darian steer us toward the shore, and within minutes we were pulling the kayak up onto the rocks with us. Darian retrieved the basket, and I pulled out a blanket I kept for longer trips like this. Mind you it was usually me and a small group when I was kayaking. This was my first one-on-one.

Once our blanket was laid, we sat together with the picnic basket between us.

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