Just Her Type by Reon Laudat Page B

pretty shade of green or is it
honeydew?” Dominic teased.
    “I’m good,” Kendra squeaked again.
    “What was that?” Dominic asked.
    “I’m, er, good to go.” Her feet felt bolted to the
platform.
    “We’re doing tandem,” Dominic said, taking charge.
He stepped beside Kendra and took her trembling hand as the zip operator
reached for the contraption that secured their cables and harnesses and then
tethered Dominic to Kendra, side by side.
    “Put one arm around me,” Dominic said.
    “Huh?” Kendra replied, still in a daze.
    “You’ll feel more secure.” Dominic reached out,
positioned her arm around his waist, and then put one arm around her.
    Her fists unclenched. She wasn’t too frightened or
thickly gloved to notice how solid and good he felt. If she ultimately plunged
to her death, this was definitely the way to go, embracing a beautiful,
exceptionally fit man. They used one hand to hold onto the horizontal bar
attached to the cable.
    The guide did the countdown. “Five, four, three,
two, one!”   The momentum of
Dominic’s weight bulleted the pair forward, and then they were off.
    Flying! Together!
    Again, the wind whipped Kendra’s face and roared
inside her ears, but she saw nothing with her eyes pinched closed.
    “Yeeeeeeaaaah!” Dominic boomed as he held her
tight. “Open your eyes! You don’t want to miss this!”
    “I can’t!” she whimpered.
    “Yes, you can. You know I’ve got you, and I won’t
let you go.”
    Kendra took comfort in his sincere encouragement.
    “C’mon,” Dominic said. “You don’t want to miss
this!”
      Kendra
managed to open one eye, and then the other. She gasped, but not out of fear.
The misting rain had left behind a brilliant rainbow.
    “That’s our rainbow.” Dominic smiled.
    “Beautiful,” she whispered in awe, taking in the
ethereal bands of color arching across the sky. That, along with Dominic’s
protective embrace, eased her fear.
    “Yes, you are,” Dominic said, looking into her
eyes. Tingles—the good kind—raced through her body, and then she
smiled. A real smile.
    “She can see! She can see!” Dominic cheered.
    “Yes! Yes! She can!”   Kendra said, joining him in laughter.
With Dominic beside her, maybe she’d even stick the landing this time.
    Then something happened. Halfway through the zip a
strong gust of wind pounded them. Their smooth ride sputtered to a stop in the
middle of the line.

 
    Chapter 11

 
    Kendra hyperventilated.
    “It’s okay,” Dominic said. “We’re not going to
hang like this for long.”
    “I know! We’re going to fall!”
      “Close
your eyes again if that helps,” he said.
    If this were in a people-in-peril flick, this was
the scene in which someone would slap the taste out of Kendra’s mouth.  
    Kendra Camille Porter, the shrieking person whose
hysterics put others in mortal danger. “We’re going to diiiiiiiiie!” she wailed
with her eyes shut tight again. The line suddenly felt loose—too
loose—as it bobbed, portending doom. Her writhing grew more frantic.
“This line is going to snap any second now!” She tugged and groped at the
straps securing her shoulders. “I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!” She gasped
and yanked at her collar. “I should’ve never got on this death trap! I knew it!
I knew it! What was I thinking! I should’ve never left the platform! No, I
shouldn’t have left the bus! No, the hotel! I should’ve stayed in New York!”
    “It’s going to be all right,” Dominic said in his
best soothe-the-ledge-leaper tone and held on tight despite her jostling to
push him away. “Take a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. It’s going to be
all right. Exhale. Inhale.”
    “No! We’re going to diiiiiiie!”
    With his right arm holding onto the bar, Dominic
cupped her face in his left hand and held it still.
    “Oh, I’m not ready to diiiiii—”
    Dominic pushed his mouth against hers mid-yowl in
an explosive move. At first their helmets and