Meg O'Reilly's heart slammed against the wall of her chest. And it had nothing to do with the altitude.
A tall, athletic man hopped off the Rocky Mountain Adventures van and Meg gulped, feeling like one of those cartoon characters with the googly eyes. The drop–dead gorgeous tourist with the short brown hair and drool–worthy body ignored her and her googly eyes while he helped a blonde adjust a backpack.
But she hadn't missed the dark brows shooting up to his hairline when he'd caught sight of her. Meg clung on to the strap of her own backpack, hitched over one shoulder, and scanned the group for a hidden camera or some reality TV host jumping from behind a tree and screaming,
He tipped his hand over and the flower floated to the dirt. Meg crushed the petals beneath her boot as she headed back up the trail to the other hikers.
Perched on a boulder, Kayla raised her head from her small guide book and her brows shot up. She didn't know her partner very well, if she thought Ian had spilled the beans about their mission.
