Chance of a Lifetime (Anderson Brothers) by Marissa Clarke Read Free Book Online Page B

another drop.”
    She nodded.
    “Do you want me to narrate?”
    “No. I want to experience it as it comes with no warnings. Maybe not knowing is more fun.”
    Maybe it was. “Okay, I’ll close my eyes and we’ll do this together.”
    “No peeking,” she said as the car tilted and began to clatter up the incline.
    “I won’t peek if you don’t,” he teased as they reached the top and the car paused momentarily.
    Her laughter rang in his ears as the g-forces hit. Taking the ride with his eyes closed was unlike anything he’d done before. He couldn’t relax even for a second, not knowing which way he’d be pitched next. He had to remain tight and at the ready at all times for whatever came at him. Much like Genny had lived her entire life—tensing for what would come at her next out of nowhere.
    The no-touching rule was abandoned on the first turn when she slid into him, still giggling and squealing. Then he was leaning into her as the car shifted direction and went up for another drop.
    He couldn’t help peeking as the car slowed at the top of a rise. She’d closed her eyes, probably because of the wind, and a huge grin was plastered on her face. And for the first time he realized it wasn’t the accident that had made him so protective and fond, it was the woman herself—or girl at one time. She was amazing.
    “I can feel you looking at me,” she said. “You’re cheati—aaaaaaaaaaah!” she squealed as the car plummeted down another fall.
    More exciting than taking the ride with his eyes closed was taking it watching her . Expressive, beautiful, and alive, she was better than anything he’d experienced in recent years. God, he’d missed her.
    As the ride ended and they screeched to a halt, she was still laughing, free of all pretense and layers. And he found himself in awe.
    Chance Anderson knew at that moment, he was completely and totally screwed. No way would he make the week without breaking every one of his own rules.

    B undled back into the limo with Nathan’s hot dogs and cheese fries, Gen was certain she’d reached the high point of her life to date. Side by side, she and Chance feasted from the same tray as if there had never been a rift or a decade of separation between them.
    It struck her as odd that they could fall back into such familiarity after so long a time. Eerie almost. “You’re breath’s going to stink after this,” she teased. “Onions and relish. Ew.”
    “Good thing I’m not kissing you after all that chili and cheese,” he said, wiping something from her chin with his thumb. “Chili. Yum.”
    “Did you just lick that off your finger?”
    “You bet I did. Want to trade?”
    “No way. Onions. Yuck.”
    “I figured you’d outgrown your dislike of onions by now.”
    She froze and gave herself a mental shake. She’d promised herself, when she decided to ask Chance to help her, that she’d guard her heart this time. She needed to be careful. He’d taken off without a word before, and he was likely to do it again. She took another bite of hot dog, schooling her face into a neutral expression.
    She hadn’t outgrown her dislike of onions, nor had she outgrown her distrust of Chance.
    “So. Skydiving. I have a line on that. Want to knock that one out now, or have you had enough excitement for today?
    “Let’s do it today.” The sooner this ended, the better. She hadn’t anticipated him knotting her all up inside again. She’d thought to show him how self-sufficient she was as an adult, then cut him loose without a backward glance. So far, not so good. “Never enough excitement.”
    He pulled out his phone and texted someone, then gave the driver, Jacob, an address in New Jersey.
    “That’s kind of far,” she said, pulling out her own phone. “There are airports a lot closer than that. Sherry said a man she dated jumped with some guys who take off out of Islip.”
    “This is better than that. I know a lot about skydiving, and this is perfect.”
    Sticking