CHAPTER 11

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The next few days were all about pushing her limits for Tessa.

She'd seen Liam, but her brother hadn't said much about her

decision to skate again. In fact, he'd consciously encouraged

her, which had frankly surprised the hell out of her.

Micah had given up on the guesthouse and had bought

an overnight bag with him just the day before. She was

guessing either one of them wanted to miss an opportunity

to explore the heat that puzzled them. Tessa knew

she didn't. Now that she'd committed herself to live in the

moment and enjoying every single minute she could get with

Micah, she was going to take full advantage.

That was, until today.

They had begun the morning as they usually did with

a morning run, and then she'd gone to the rink. She was

progressing well, her routine together, including her complex

jumps and sequences. They had the music, a recording of

a choreographed performance she already knew. When she

passed by Micah at the sidelines, he gave her signals on how

to correct herself if she was off the beat of the music, running

behind or ahead of the audio. Mentally, she had to adjust the

music in her head, but so far it had worked out well.

Micah had promised to be by her side in New York, and

Tessa was getting less and less nervous. She wasn't compet-

ing anymore, so now she could skate just for enjoyment, for

the joy of being back on the ice.

Now Micah gave her a thumbs-up, his hands in front of

her, signaling that he was ready.

"I can't believe I'm really doing this," she whispered to

herself, looking down at the approximately fourteen-thousand-

foot drop right outside that opens a door of a perfectly sound air-

plane. What was she thinking? Did she really want to jump out

of a plane that was perfectly safe and solid beneath her feet?

They left the skating rink earlier now, basically only need-

ing to go through the routine and make sure it all went off

well. Then, Micah would take her somewhere to do something

crazy. It had gone on like that for two days. This was day num-

ber three.

She'd loved parasailing with him. There was a small com-

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