Impossible Love: An Unforeseen Destiny Novel Book One Read Online Free Page B

and yelling at the muddy field area. Her wild hair bobs up and down with every hand gesture.
    Mom waves at her and pulls the car into the designated spot as the woman returns to a makeshift desk tucked beneath the dwelling. Mom throws the car into park, and we burst into laughter when our gaze connects.
    “This is quite the establishment,” Mom says as we exit the car.
    “Yes, it’s something all right.”
    We both scan the surrounding area, but Mom chews her bottom lip as if she’s nervous. I know kayaking isn’t her thing and she’s only doing this for me, but I didn’t think she’d be this apprehensive. She doesn’t say anything and strolls toward the scary lady. I hang back to enjoy the sun beaming down. The brightness spreads its warmth across my skin, and I feel like a cat soaking up the sun rays. I’m so content; I could almost purr. Who wouldn’t like perfect temperatures of the upper seventies with comfortable humidity? We don’t get this back home. Ever. With elevated temps, the humidity is so high it’s unbearable. I bite back a sigh. Why can’t I live in a perfect place like this?
    Mom grabs the waterproof bag and lunch tote and places them on a picnic table. I stroll over to her and pull out the sandwiches from the plastic sack. A group of people arrives while we repack our lunch into the nylon cooler. I bite my lip, trying to suppress a smile at one particular couple who joins us at the table. Honeymooners. They have to be. They keep gazing into each other’s eyes, and their sickeningly sweet smiles are nauseating. Another couple appears older, probably around Mom’s age. I’m guessing in their forties. Another couple standing off by themselves are probably in their thirties. The group’s diversified, that’s for sure.
    I glance at Mom, and she’s scanning the area as if looking for someone. My forehead wrinkles as I stare at her.
    “Is someone supposed to be joining us?”
    Mom’s gaze cuts to me, and fear crosses her eyes. “No. Who would be here?”
    “I don’t know.” I shrug. “It just seems like you keep searching for someone.”
    “No, I’m just taking in the scenery.” Mom hands me a black rubber-like bag and points to the camera. “This is the dry bag. Please make sure the camera stays safe.”
    “Believe me, I know. You’ll kill me if this gets ruined.” I chuckle, dropping my concern to focus on her crazy expensive equipment. I place the camera into the bag and pause.
    “Only eight today?” the deepest, sexiest voice I’ve ever heard says.
    Chills. Literally, chills zing along my skin. Holy cow, please tell me his looks match that sexy-ass voice. Please . I slowly turn to find my answer.
    It matches.
    My breath catches in my throat. A tall, muscular-framed body stands about twenty feet away, and all I can do is stare.
    My hands squeeze the rubberized material. I have to stop this urge to embrace him and trace my fingers through the barely visible waves in his short, dark-brown hair. My gaze lowers to his body. The charcoal-gray T-shirt covering his chest accentuates his perfectly tanned skin. He appears flawless, standing there in his khaki, cargo-style shorts. My gaze wanders back up his torso, and I can’t help questioning what he’ll look like without any fabric covering him. I suddenly want his shirt gone so I can‌…‌I can what? I squeeze the bag tighter. I cannot touch him, for chrissake! What the heck?
    Ashamed, I force myself to turn back to the table, and I glance at Mom. She raises her eyebrows at me and smirks.
    “Looks like the foliage isn’t the only thing adding beauty to the island.”
    “Mom!” I say in a harsh whisper, glancing at the honeymooners. They’re too engaged with each other to have heard Mom. I think.
    I swipe the dangling car keys from her fingers and ignore the sudden warmth invading my cheeks. She chuckles as I add them to the dry bag and shift my efforts on the proper way to close it. My hands fumble with the closure while