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My heart skipped a beat knowing he wouldn’t. I felt like putty in Titus’s hands. I was willing to do anything he asked me to. And as the morning went on, he asked me to do a lot.
Parking the truck on the side of the road, we carried the gear for a quarter-mile to a river. Putting on the vest and a helmet, we paddled down the river for half an hour. The crisp morning air was electric and the view was beautiful.
From there we removed the canoe from the water and carried it to the next river. That river had a series of rapids that were as thrilling as they were challenging. With every stroke, I thought we would tip over. We didn’t. Titus was not only an excellent guide but the hottest outdoorsman ever.
We dipped in and out of rivers all morning. By afternoon I felt alive but exhausted. I had never done anything like it and I loved it. But carrying the canoe the final few hundred feet, I could barely remain standing.
“Can we rest?” I asked sure I couldn’t take another step.
“Do you hear that?”
I listened. The only thing I heard was the sound of crashing water.
“What? The waterfall?”
“The waterfall. It’s pretty close. Do you think you can make it there?”
I listened again. It didn’t sound that far away.
“Probably, but when we get there, I’m going to need to rest.”
“Promise,” he said with one of his brilliant smiles.
As the waterfall came into view, I realized why he had suggested that we keep going. Not only was the watery monster amazing, but on the far side of the lake was a blanket. He had set up a picnic complete with a picnic basket. It was the most romantic thing I had ever seen.
“Are you going to do this for all of your tours?” I asked setting the canoe down and walking over.
“No, this one’s special,” he said with a confident smile. “Champagne?”
“Champagne? What are we celebrating?” I said relaxing my weary muscles on the red and white plaid.
“We’re celebrating you,” he said retrieving a bottle of champagne from the basket and filling two glasses.
“Me? What are you talking about?”
“I mean that we’re celebrating you,” he said handing me a glass.
“It’s not my birthday or anything.”
“It doesn’t have to be your birthday. Every day I’m with you is a reason to celebrate. Cheers.”
I smiled feeling good. We then both took sips and relaxed.
“I think my body’s dead,” I told him sinking further onto the blanket.
“Did I work you too hard? You said you liked it rough.”
I chuckled.
“I did. And, you did.”
“Awww,” Titus said with mock sympathy.
I laughed. “Shut up.”
Titus sat up.
“Here. Give me that,” he said referring to my glass.
