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away. The last thing I want is to be caught ogling him with my tongue hanging out. Jeez, Kayla, get it together. He is not the first hot guy you’ve ever seen.
    “The best way to reach the top is by helicopter. That I have done, and the view is breathtaking,” that velvety voice says behind me.
    Mom snaps her pictures. She oohs and aahs while capturing the moment, but I don’t pay attention. My ears tune to Kai’s voice. Unable to contain myself, I sneak another peek at him. His eyes dance with a passion as he describes the various sights of the island. The Honeymooners are soaking up the information, but I’m basking in Kai’s enjoyment of retelling the same information I’m sure he repeats each and every day. This island is part of his soul. It’s obvious through his gaze.
    We start paddling again and every twist and turn around the bends, those darkened sexy eyes and chiseled abs reflect through my mind.
    But he’s not the only thing vying for my attention. The beauty of the island keeps pulling at me. The different plant species. The vibrant colors. The combination brings a balance of peace. I inhale the crisp, clean scent and turn to say something to Mom. My words fall short when my gaze connects with fervent brown eyes. I smile wider, still enthralled with the beauty of the island, but the tightness in Kai’s expression confuses me. It’s as if he’s angry with me. But what the hell did I do? To confirm my suspicion, he jerks his head forward and paddles faster, racing to the lead. My smile drops, replaced by a frown as I stare blankly at his retreating figure. I’m not sure why this bothers me. It shouldn’t. But I’ll be lying if I say Kai’s blatant disregard for me doesn’t sting.

Chapter Eight
    Kai~
     
     
    Each taught muscle unwinds when I catch sight of the next river bend. The cove where we park the kayaks is to the right, and then the next leg of the tour can begin. The hike. Breathing becomes easier as the tightness leaves my chest. Despite this strange temptation, I’ve managed to stay away from Kayla Cannon, and the distance between us should be relatively easy to maintain on the trail.
    But I don’t understand this need to be near her. Not at all. Plenty of girls from previous tours have caught my eye, but none of them were worth risking my job for. It was easy to stick to the rules, and I’ve never thought twice about them when the tour ended. But there’s something different about this chick. I just need to keep strong and put distance between us before doing something stupid, like asking her out.
    “Right through here, folks are where we’ll park the kayaks. The trail is up ahead.” I slip my shirt back on and motion to the narrow inlet jutting to the right, and then steer everyone toward it. “And don’t leave any valuables in your kayak.”
    Once in the cove, I make sure everyone exits the kayaks properly. The trail we have to trek isn’t necessarily long, but Paul wasn’t kidding. Last night’s rain may make the path a little treacherous. I’ve seen people waddle through mud up to their knees.
    “Follow me, guys. Walking sticks are near a tree above the river bank. I highly suggest using them.”
    We walk a short distance until we approach the riverbank ledge. To continue, everyone must climb the six-foot high embankment, entangled with roots. My job is to assure everyone passes safely. I step aside to let the older couple go first. The lady climbs, and I offer my hand to help her balance. I always do this. Most females and children accept help, but the guys inevitably try it on their own. The perverted husband passes next, followed by the rest of the group with Cara and Kayla trailing behind. Cara steps up to the ledge and grabs hold of my hand. I assist her to safety then turn to Kayla. The corners of her mouth lift but the smile looks forced. And to top it off, she doesn’t extend her hand for help. Guilt consumes me. Does she know I avoided her on