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My eyes narrowed with caution.
"Hear me out..." He rubbed his hands together. "You're after twoweeks of sun, fun, and adventure. I could use the same thing. Why don't we gotogether? We'll just hit the road tomorrow morning and try to cross off as manyof these as we can." He tapped the sheet of paper.
My eyes bulged, ready to fall right out of my head. I should havebeen tipping my head back in laughter and telling him to get lost. As if Iwould go off with some stranger on a two-week road trip. That was insanityplus!
He laughed at my expression. "I know it's crazy."
It was! Still lost for words, I tried to figure out why I wasn'tsaying no.
"But you can trust me, okay? I'm seriously a good guy. And if itmakes you feel better, we can put some rules around it." He started counting onhis fingers. "No sex. No histories. No awkward conversations. Just two peopleliving life to the max for two weeks. Then we say adios, thanks for a goodtime, and go our separate ways. You'd get that self-discovery you're lookingfor, and not only would I get a much-needed break, but I'd have thesatisfaction of knowing I helped you on your quest." His smile was so hopefuland expectant...so hard to resist.
"So, say Geronimo! Say Geronimo!" the singers shouted into themicrophones, encouraging the crowd to join in.
I gazed across the pub, the beat of the music thumping through me,Harry's proposal drumming in my brain. I wanted to say yes. That was what I couldn'tunderstand.
But it was the only answer on my mind.
A. Big. Fat. Yes.
"So, what do you say, Jane?" Harry called above the crowd.
I bit my lips together, my brain screaming at me to use somecommon sense. I couldn't say yes. That was crazy. Glancing across at Harry, Itook in his expectant, hopeful face, the kindness in his eyes, and blurted,"Geronimo?"
"Geronimo?" The sparkles in his eyes seemed to dance. "As in yes?"
My head bobbed of its own accord. "Geronimo," I repeated.
Clapping his hands together, he let out a loud laugh, then slappedthe table. "Geronimo!"
I raised my mug and shouted, "Geronimo!"
Joining me, he raised his own mug and held it close to mine. "Tocraziness."
"To songs that make us brave."