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body begins to relax. My rhythm finally syncs with Mom’s, and I lean back in the seat, captivated by the surrounding view. My gaze darts from one site to another, trying to incorporate as many images as possible.
    The beauty blanketing the area is beyond anything imaginable. My Google searches pale in comparison, not giving the island its proper justification. The sharpness of colors and the lavishness of each plant expanding along the river embankments is postcard perfect. I’m in complete awe. Everywhere I look, the various depths of green cause a visual awakening. My eyes widen, trying to capture every beautiful aspect. I don’t want to miss any details, like the waxy appearances on each plant leaf or the velvety pink magnolia petals. I’m astounded. God, I really am in love with this island.
    Kai’s soothing voice wafts down the river, and my insides clench in response. That voice . I tune the rest of the group’s chatter out to listen to him speak. Kai’s answering the honeymooner’s‌—‌Tom, I believe is his name‌—‌question, but Kai’s kayak hasn’t strayed too far from ours. I’m not sure if Kai thinks Mom and I are incapable or what, but I don’t mind. There’s something reassuring about having the guide close by. We round a bend in the river, and I gasp at the mountain peak coming into view.
    “Mount Wai‘ale‘ale is the mountain straight ahead,” Kai’s rich, sexy voice begins to explain. “Today is a rare, lucky day because the peak is devoid of fog. You could come back here every year for the next twenty years and never see the peak this clear again.”
    I stop paddling and soak in the sight. Mom reaches for the dry bag and ruffles through the contents in search for the camera.
    “The peak reaches five thousand one hundred forty-eight feet, and receives an average of four hundred and fifty inches of rain a year. Because of the amount of rainfall, it’s one of the wettest places on earth,” Kai says.
    “Is that the highest peak on the island?” the honeymooner guy, Tom, asks.
    “No, actually it’s the second. Kawaikini measures five thousand two hundred forty-three feet.”
    “Wow,” Tom responds.
    Quite impressed, I stare at the pinnacle as it soars toward the sky. Unlike most summits that perch in the middle and form a perfect triangle, this particular one juts to the side before sloping downward along the mountain range. It’s rather striking.
    “Is there a trail leading up there?” Tom asks.
    “Yes, but I don’t recommend that hike. The terrain’s rough, making the trail dangerous for the average backpacker. Even for the most skilled hiker, the trail can be deadly. And not just the exposed places where it’s easy to lose your footing, but the streambeds and stream crossings are susceptible to flash flooding.”
    “Have you ever tackled it?” Tom inquires.
    Honeymoon guy is full of questions today, but this one intrigues me. I glance at Kai, and my breath hitches at the sheepish grin taking over his face. My God. My stomach flips. Kai Hale’s vulnerability has to be the hottest thing ever.
    “No, but I’ve had a couple of friends attempt it. With one near-death experience, they assure me they’ll never do it again. I like an adventure, but that particular one, I’ll take their word for it.”
    Kai’s mouth spreads into a full-fledged grin, and my heart begins to race. He balances the paddle on the kayak and grabs the lower edge of his shirt. My mouth dries as I watch, paralyzed by his movements. He lifts the shirt above his head, and my lips part. I stand corrected. Kai Hale’s abs are the hottest thing ever. I don’t think there’s an ounce of fat anywhere on his body. He’s so toned. His abs‌…‌his arms. Every muscle defined. But not the gym-and-protein-drink fitness. No, this body comes from physical work. And is that a tattoo?
    My gaze dips to the black line segments of his right deltoid. Unable to make out the definition, I double blink and turn