Free A Flame To Bear (Fire Bear Shifters 4) by Sloane Meyers Page B

hint of sheen, enticing him to lean over and kiss her.
    “That outfit looks so good on you that it makes me want to take it off of you,” Trevor said.
    Bailey blushed at his praise, and tilted her head sideways in the adorable way that Trevor had realized by now was her trademark.
    “Have you had breakfast?” Trevor asked.
    “No,” Bailey said. “I just finished getting ready, and was about to go see if the hotel dining room had anything edible.”
    “Let's ditch this hotel and get something on the road,” Trevor said. “I have another big day planned for us.”
    Bailey raised an eyebrow at him. “Really? It'd be pretty hard to outdo yesterday.”
    Trevor chuckled. “Trust me, today is going to outdo yesterday. I'm just not entirely sure yet whether it's going to outdo it in a way that you like.”
    “Now you've got me curious,” Bailey said.
    “Well, come on then. Let's stop wasting time here, and get going,” Trevor said.
    Trevor led Bailey out to the parking lot, then headed out of town in a different direction from the one they had taken the day before. He ran through a drive-through on the way out, and for about ten minutes Bailey didn't say much as she happily sipped her coffee and munched on hash browns. When she'd finished eating, she looked over at him and crossed her arms.
    “So, Mr. Mysterious,” she said. “Do I get any hints today? Or is this also some big secret like yesterday?”
    Trevor made a zipping motion across his mouth with his fingers. “No hints. My lips are sealed.”
    Bailey rolled her eyes, but didn't press for further details. She leaned back in her seat, seemingly content to watch the scenery pass by. After about forty-five minutes of driving, Trevor pulled into the parking lot of a small airport. Bailey looked around, confused, until she saw the small, colorful sign in front of the airplane hangar.
    “Nor-Cal Skydiving? Are we here to do what I think we are?” Bailey asked, her voice tinged with a note of horror.
    “Yep,” Trevor said. “I hope you wore your big girl panties today.”
    “Um, I'm going to shit in my big girl panties if I have to jump out of a plane,” Bailey said. “There's no way I'm going.”
    Trevor just laughed and opened his door. “Come on,” he said. “At least come inside and take a look at the parachutes and planes.”
    Trevor started walking toward the hangar. He half-expected Bailey to refuse to follow him, but when he turned around right before entering the hangar, he saw Bailey rolling her eyes and getting out of the SUV with a dramatic sigh.
    “I'll look,” she said. “But that's it. There's no way you're getting me into one of those planes.”
    Trevor smiled. She’d taken a good first step. Once he got her inside the hangar, he would have plenty of other skydivers to help him convince Bailey to get on that plane.
    And they did convince her. It took the better part of an hour, but the peer pressure worked. It helped a little bit when Trevor explained to Bailey that she wouldn't be jumping with her own parachute. She would be strapped to a tandem skydiving instructor, who would handle everything about opening and landing the parachute. Since Trevor had jumped out of a plane by himself several hundred times already, he would jump with his own parachute. But he would get to jump out of the plane at the same time as Bailey and her tandem instructor. An additional skydiver would jump with them and record the jump so that they would have a video of their experience.
    By the time they climbed into the plane, Bailey still seemed nervous, but almost looked excited. Her tandem instructor—a guy named Jake who hadn't cut his hair once in the last decade from the looks of it—did a great job of putting Bailey at ease. As the small aircraft made its way upward, Trevor double checked his parachute gear. He made sure that his leg straps and chest strap were secure, and that the handles for both his main and reserve parachute were clear and