Free Hunter: Rockstar Romance (The ProVokaTiv Series Book 2) by Cara Nelson

looked great, like she didn’t have a care in the world. Dancing and singing took her to a different place. Admittedly, the dancing place was better than the singing place. Her voice was fairly awful. She had no concept of what good pitch was. So much for my pipe dream of having her do some backup vocals for me.
    When the song finished, she leaned in and turned the volume back down. “Have you ever bungee jumped before?”
    “I did once in South America. It was pretty fun, after I got over the sensation that my heart was going to explode.”
    “You were scared?” she asked.
    “What’s the point of doing something extreme if it doesn’t give you at least a little bit of a buzz?”
    “Good point. I’ve never been a huge adrenaline junkie, maybe because people assume that I am. It seems that being bold and a bit boisterous is somehow linked to adventure in many people’s minds.”
    “It’s a fairly apt description of me,” I said.
    Trinity twisted her torso so she was facing me, and I could see her assessing me through my peripheral. “Yes, and no. I think you’re a closet mellow guy.”
    “What does that mean?”
    “You are into your public image, which is definitely outgoing and boisterous, talking about a variety of subjects that I don’t see you really caring about, truly, but when you’re behind closed doors, you’re mellow.”
    “Everyone has wind down time,” I replied. “Surely you must be different when you’re alone, too.”
    “I am.”
    “How?” I asked.
    “Oh, why do you want to know that? That’s dull.”
    “I wouldn’t ask if I thought it was dull.”
    “Well, I do have one thing I just love that no one would expect of me.”
    “What’s that?” I asked. I was so curious.
    “I love to knit.”
    “Knit? Really?”
    “Yeah, something about learning those patterns and the way those needles clack together while creating something really gets me hot,” she said to me.
    “Knitting makes you horny?”
    “Oh yeah, it’s amazing.”
    “You’re kidding with me,” I said.
    “No, you should really try it. It’s so amazing.”
    “How thick are those needles?” I asked as I laughed.
    “Really thick,” she said. Then she was quiet.
    I was thrown off. Trinity really was some kind of kinky. Then she burst out into laughter, and I knew that she’d just gotten me.
    “I’ll get you back for that,” I said. “It’s a promise.”
    “Bring it on, Hunter. I’m not afraid of you.”
    We were silent for awhile after that. I loved that Trinity was comfortable with silence. Constantly talking just to talk was annoying, and problematic. Her words, “I’m not afraid of you,” kept replaying in my mind. I knew she wasn’t technically afraid of me, of course, but I had a feeling that she was afraid of what she might feel about me. That’s why she turned everything into a joke, and was so hesitant to share anything that she considered personal. I’d tried to get her to open up, leading by example, but it wasn’t faring so well. Since when is everyone on the same page as you at the same time, I thought. It was a good point.
     
    “Here at last! Bishop, just by the Bristlecone Pine Forest,” I exclaimed. I wasn’t that patient of a guy, and to sit in the car for over five hours was a bit trying, but I hoped this adventure would be worth it.
    “So, this is it,” Trinity commented. Her eyes were focused on the sign that had bungee jumping in bright yellow letters on it. It was pretty hard to miss.
    “Unless you don’t want to,” I offered.
    “Let’s do it, and get it done with. After that, I am guessing that I’ll be ready for a drink.”
    “Want one first?” I offered.
    “No, the last thing I need to do is puke on the thing. I can only imagine where that would splatter,” she replied, laughing faintly. I thought it was endearing seeing her actually look vulnerable. Out of everything that life brought, bungee jumping was the one thing that showed it could crack her tough