the camera on a decaying log and peeked through the lens. â€œGet ready to smile.
I set the timer so itâ€™ll automatically take our picture. On your mark, get set,
button and scrambled across the hillside toward the bull. Skye laughed as he
slid into place next to her and dropped to one knee. But so near her and those
big blue eyes, he forgot about the camera. Forgot to look at it when she was
gazing so intently at him. Instead of taking hold of the impressive antlers,
Colt wrapped his fingers around the back of Skyeâ€™s pretty neck. He tipped his head
and kissed her just as the camera clicked.
own boldness, he dropped his hand. â€œSorry.â€
expression softened as she smiled at him. â€œDonâ€™t be.â€