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

turning to grab the hose and scrub brush. Whatever strange encounter that was, it’s over now. Kayla will be nothing but a long distant memory.

Chapter Nine
    Kayla~
     
     
    Click.
    The shutter on Mom’s camera opens and shuts beside my ear, trumping the crowd’s low murmurs. Their presence is easy to ignore while I’m staring at Waimea Canyon’s natural beauty. I take a deep breath and soak in the sights. I thought the Waimea River we saw yesterday would be the prettiest site of the island, but this view tops the awesome factor.
    “Perfect. I’ll get this framed for you,” Mom says, looking at the playback screen. “Here, take a peek.”
    Curious, I reach for the camera. I bring up the display screen, and my eyes widen at the award-worthy photo. She’s captured the essence of the canyon perfectly. The chiseled section of rugged rocks frames the mountain beyond the gorge. Mom couldn’t have picked a better location for this picture.
    “You nailed it,” I say, still studying the photo. “I like how the greenery appears like moss in the chasm.”
    “Yeah, and the trees look like green cotton balls, marching beyond the distance of the massive crag.”
    I nod. Waimea Canyon is one stop along the way to Kalalau Lookout, the highest point reachable by car on Mount Wai‘ale‘ale.
    Mom shivers and wraps her jacket tighter. The significant drop in temperature makes me glad I wore my tan hiking pants instead of shorts. My form-fitted T-shirt may not be warm, but I can withstand the cooler temps better than Mom.
    “Are you ready to view the Na Pali coastline?” the tour guide Lea asks.
    “Yes,” I mumble, even though I want to admire the canyon one last time. It’s remarkable. With an earlier stop at a coffee plantation, a swinging bridge, and one other cool lookout spot along the way, this tour is shaping up to be the best. Plus, there are still a few sights to check out.
    “When we’re done at Kalalau Lookout, we’ll break for lunch at a restaurant nearby. The food is really good,” Lea says once we start winding up the mountain road. “Then, we’ll go to a local beach called Gilli’s Beach. Be prepared, the road is fairly rough, but I like to take people there because there’s a point that’s breathtaking.”
    “That sounds like a plan.” No sooner than the words are said, Mom goes into a coughing fit.
    “Are you okay?” Lea asks.
    Mom nods. “Yeah, this fresh air must’ve went down the wrong windpipe.”
    We load into the van and Lea talks about having permission to cut through private property to get to this beach, but I zone out, watching the scenery. The farther we cruise along the curvy, winding road, Kai filters into my thoughts. I love our tour guide, Lea. She’s very knowledgeable and willing to share Kauai’s rich history. I’ve learned more information from her today than anywhere else. But part of me wishes we could still have hot tour-guide, Kai.
    And that pisses me off.
    I spent last night trying to get his hot body out of my brain. I’ve never had to do that before. My best friend Brian is hot, and he doesn’t plague my thoughts. But every time I closed my eyes, those delicious abs sprang to mind.
    I believe the adjective I’m looking for would be swoon-worthy. Yup‌…‌definitely swoon-worthy abs. Gah. It doesn’t matter that these feelings are all new, or that I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve read enough romances to know what to do. Ha. Right. But my imagination ran a little wild last night featuring Kai Hale and those damn swoon-worthy abs.
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    Athletic bra should be capitalized in boldface font under the Waimea Canyon Tour lists of requirements. I’ve been jostled, jarred, and jiggled as if I’d ridden The Beast roller coaster at Kings Island. Jeez. “Little rough” my ass. The tour company must replace the van’s shocks every two months driving these back roads that lead to the beach Lea’s raving about. A couple of potholes are so deep; I have to