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I’d argue it was those killer legs of hers and her equally killer figure, but sure, let’s go with brain.
“I can get you both a change of clothes if you don’t mind waiting here a moment,” George says.
“Absolutely. We don’t mind at all.”
Gripping her bicep, I spin her around the minute he’s out of earshot. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but we’re here for business, not to play silly games.”
“Pshh. Don’t be such a square, Logan.” Hiking a thumb to the forest surrounding us, she goads, “I understand if you’re afraid to lose, though.”
“I’m not falling for that.”
“What’s wrong with you? You’re acting like I’m asking you to saw your arm off instead of taking the rest of the afternoon to have some fun.”
My shoulder blades pinch, imagining the lecture I’ll get if my father finds out about this. He’d tell me I was fucking around, wasting precious time and resources to run around like a child. He’d tell me it was risky and poor business behavior, and demand I go back to the office to look over those damn blueprints.
She glares at me, and when George returns, I see those wheels spinning behind her eyes.
“That’s okay, Logan. You stay here. I bet George would be happy to show me the ropes. Isn’t that right?”
Oh, she’s good.
“Um…” The man shifts his gaze as if there’s another fucking George around here, and my eyes roll. “Certainly. Not a problem.”
Penelope wrinkles her nose at me, placing the tip of her thumb on the point and haughtily wiggling her fingers.
When he hands the outfit to her, she offers a smile too innocent to fit a woman so full of mischief.
“All right. We’ll get changed, and Mr. Anderson, why don’t you wait for us over by the train?”
Why don’t you go fuck yourself, George?
I snatch the shirt, shorts, and shoes from his hands with a growl that startles the man into taking a step backward.
But Penelope bites her lower lip, too proud of herself when I lean in and say, “Game on, sunshine.”
CHAPTER TEN
Penelope
“We look ridiculous,” Logan mutters from beside me on the zip line platform. “I know you did this just to torture me.”
I bite the inside of my cheek, hiding a smile at the sight of him stuffed inside a borrowed Adventure Awaits graphic tee that’s a whole size too small and cargo shorts that barely reach his knees.
“You look ridiculous.” I pat the fanny pack George gave me that’s filled with a pouch of water and a few emergency cinnamon candies. “I look good.”
He places his helmet on his head, unamused by my wiggling brows, and I do my damndest to avoid all that flexing muscle I have no business ogling. “Consider it payback for hazing me at the office.”
“For your sake, you better hope this gets us that deal.” He buckles his helmet while I slip mine on, clipping it once it’s secure. “And don’t expect me to take it easy on you.”
“Ooh no. I’m so scared.” I shudder, earning a side-eye. “Besides, I’d be disappointed if you did.”
We stand on a wooden platform about twenty feet off the ground, with miles of mountain ranges donning coats of vibrant green foliage. We’ve been transported to our own private jungle where we’re left to the sounds of tropical birds, blending their high-pitched songs with the low rumble of frogs and chittering bugs. The air is humid, but we’re cooled by a thin mist that tickles my skin and forms tiny dew drops on my arms.
“You’ll start by racing each other through four different lines,” George says, recapping some basic do’s and don’ts. “We’ve built the attraction to be easily accessible for our guests. For your safety, personnel will be stationed at every checkpoint, but you’ll have the freedom of clipping yourselves in and out of each of the five lines throughout the course.”
Adrenaline bubbles under my skin until I’m practically giddy while two line workers secure our harnesses, then teach us how the hook mechanisms work.
“When you reach the fifth and final line, our guides will help secure you both to ride in tandem. There, you’ll enjoy an incredible view of the park, from the highest point of the course, on the longest track, before zipping back down to home base.”
