Page 110 of The Lumberjack and the City Slicker

Charged.

“You think I could?” she whispers.

“I know you could,” I answer.

Because I do.

And watching that possibility take root in her eyes?

That might be even better than the cotton candy.

She swallows, then laughs softly like she’s overwhelmed.

“You’re dangerous, you know that?” she says.

“Why?”

“Because you make things feel possible.”

I step closer, not touching her yet.

“Good,” I say quietly. “You deserve that.”

And maybe I do too.

We ride the Ferris wheel.

From the top, the whole town glows under the lights. The mountain looms in the distance.

She leans against me.

Not tentative.

Not unsure.

Just there.

“I like it here,” she says softly.

My chest tightens.

“Yeah?” I ask.

“Yeah.”

I look down at her, wind lifting her curls.

“You could,” I start, then stop.

I don’t push.

Not tonight.

Instead, I press a slow kiss to her temple.

Gentle.

Intentional.