CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
Gathering the picnic items together had involved more than Hunter had reckoned resulting in his arriving thirty minutes later rather than twenty. Regardless, when Olivia opened the door she wore an incredibly beautiful smile and most of his resolve to remain a friend drained from him. He loved her, he ached with love for her. Olivia moved toward his car, continuing to smile and stopped a metre or so from it, leaving Hunter to push his door open and step outside. “You made it,” she said. “A little over the time but I’m here and so is the picnic.” Food would distract him from wanting to kiss her, although he did wonder if, in the being friends rule book, there might be provision made to kiss the woman you loved to distraction. He pulled himself back from the ledge overhanging an abyss of
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