“Hi, we’re here for a private guide,” he told the person sitting behind the counter.

“Yes, sir. We were expecting you.” She pulled a couple papers from a plastic organizer in front of her. “I just need you both to fill out these forms and sign the waiver on the back. We can get you all set up after that.”

Turner shifted to look at me. I stepped up beside him and looked at the stuff I was supposed to fill out. Most of it was standard information. The one that made me pause, was the paper that basically said they assumed no responsibility if death or injury occurs while on the course. So, was I supposed to just sign my life away?

“Uh, ma’am?” I asked.

“Yes?” She smiled like nothing about these things was odd.

I tapped the paper with my pen. “This one right here. Umm, can I ask how often, if something does happen, does one get hurt while doing this?”

She shook her head. “Oh, it’s just a basic form. But I can tell you, in the two years that I’ve worked here, we’ve only had one accident, and that wasn’t even because the person was on the course. They hadn’t taken their meds and went into diabetic shock from low sugar levels.”

Did she not realize this was still not reassuring to me?

“Okay, but what kind of things could happen while doing this?”

Her head tilted to the side, and she was totally perplexed by my question. “Well, I suppose anything. Accidents do happen, but I assure you, the whole course is safe. One of our guides goes through it first thing in the morning checking the lines and making sure that everything is tightly bolted to the trees. It really is very safe. Just try to relax and have some fun. Almost everyone that comes through here is nervous in some way, shape, or form. You’ve got this.”

Her pep talk sucked. I just wanted to clip her onto one of the lines in the trees and fling her down it while I yelled profanities about her crazy ass.

Turner remained quiet while I had my freak out with the poor worker. I was surprised he didn’t jump in and try to settle my frazzled nerves. Honestly, it was probably for the best. She was a stranger to me and I wouldn’t lash out at a stranger. If he had tried to speak to me, I would have punched him in the arm. Not that the big guy would even feel it.

I went ahead and signed the papers, even though I truly wanted nothing more than to take off running back in the direction we’d just came. After I passed them back, we were instructed to go into a side room where helmets, straps, and all sorts of other contraptions were hanging from the walls. A male worker, named Joe, helped fit us into the proper gear. He explained to us what the straps were for, and how we were going to sit in the harnesses when we got to the first platform. I slipped my helmet on my head and I could feel heat creeping up my cheeks. I’m sure I looked ridiculous. But when I glanced at Turner, he winked at me. A couple little flutters went through me and I looked down at the ground. I saw his feet come into my line of vision and a finger tipped my chin up, forcing me to look at him. He stood too close. And why in the hell did he look so good with such a dumb hard hat?

“I see your thoughts flying across you face. You’re beautiful.”

The crystal blue of his eyes and the heartfelt tone in his voice, I had no choice but to listen.

“Thank you. You’re sweet.”

He leaned in and spoke into my ear, “And you are even sweeter. Seriously, you smell like cotton candy every time I’m near you and I’m beginning to wonder if you taste like it too.”

He stepped back from me and directed his attention to Joe. Okeydokey, now how was I supposed to respond to that? My heart took a hiatus for a solid ten seconds, while my underwear felt entirely too damp. There I was nervous about this rope course, but the man who stood next to me caused reactions inside me that I’d never felt before. He was more dangerous than I had given him credit for.

Swallowing hard, I pushed my thoughts aside and followed Joe and Turner out to the path behind the building. There was a white van that I guess we were supposed to get in to. We drove up a mountain side that seemed like a straight shot up from where we’d just come from. I was going over every possible thing that could cause me to fall to my death. And also, who would take care of my poor Chaz if I died? I truly felt like these were legitimate concerns. Once at the top, Turner filed out and I followed behind him. I know he wanted to grab my hand, but was likely picking up on my vibes that I wasn’t really in the mood to be touched. I needed some space so I could breathe through this. I didn’t know what I was going to do when I had to make that first step off to free fall. If that’s what you’d even call it.

We walked to a wooden platform where a wire cable hung across the top of a forest. Okay that was a seriously long drop. This was crazy. Turner was crazy. This was crazy. I’d rather be in a race car right about now going 140 MPH, not getting ready to fling myself off this platform and expect these wires to hold my happy ass long enough ‘til I’m on the other side.

“So, let’s go over a couple of things,” Joe said, in a serious tone. “The other guide is already here, and she is down on the other end waiting to meet you both after your first jump. I want you to hold the wire in the back, never in the front. You hold it up front, you could lose a finger. At the end down there, you’ll see a block. It will help slow you down so you don’t go speeding into poor Serenity.” He chuckled at his own joke. “She’s sturdy, but I think she’d move before she lets y’all run her over.”

I wasn’t laughing, but Turner found it humorous. I glared at him. When he caught my expression, he wiped his smirk away. He mouthed the word “sorry.” I just shook my head at him. He winked like it was going to get him out of hot water with me.

“Okay, who’s going first?”

“I think Annabelle needs to go.”

“I think you’re on crack, Dr. Turner,” I snapped.

Joe was now laughing at my joke, except it wasn’t one. “Okay you two. Annabelle, step up to the plate.”

I did as he asked. He took hold of my karabiner and hooked me in. He yanked it twice and released me.

“So quick question,” I said with a slight quiver to my voice. “Can this thing actually hold me? I mean, I haven’t gone jogging in a while, and I haven’t exactly been watching my figure.”

Turner’s hand brushed mine. He was trying not to laugh.

“These clips and cables are capable of holding over one thousand pounds. I promise, even if you didn’t hit the treadmill this morning, you’re very much in the clear.”

“Well, looks like I’m going whether I want to do this or not.”

“Put your faith in the free fall, Annabelle. You’re going to be fine. Just watch for Serenity’s signals at the bottom. She will let you know when you need to slow yourself down. I’ll meet y’all on the third platform.”

I nodded. Sitting down, I let all of the equipment hold my weight. I oddly felt very secure. But that could be deceiving. Joe said he was going to count down from three, after that I was supposed to step off.

“Annabelle,” Turner called my name.

I twisted, giving him an expectant look. “Hmmm.”

“Before you go, tell me something about yourself. I don’t care what it is, just tell me something.”

Slightly taken aback, I thought about what I wanted to say. Something about myself. I never really talked about myself, so thinking of something to share wasn’t the easiest task. Couldn’t he ask me another question? Joe started his count down.

“Three . . .”

Seriously, what did he want to know? I felt like everything was too personal.

“Two . . .”

We just played the question and answer game in the car. Didn’t we share enough? The man eats cereal for a snack for heaven sakes.

“One . . .”

Pressured, I blurted the first thing that came to mind.