“You from around here?” he asked, looking directly at Cameron.
She felt exactly the right temperature.
“So, Cameron from Halifax,” Leo said, splashing her lightly. “Why do you run so hot?” cameron canada hot
Cameron turned. The man was lean, sunburned across the nose, with a canvas backpack and a smile that suggested he knew exactly where the best hidden swimming holes were. His name tag said River Guide: Leo .
“I prefer ‘unconventional thermal companion,’” Leo replied, and then he kissed her—cool lips, warm hands, and the smell of river stone and sunscreen. “You from around here
Leo laughed. “Lucky for you, I know where the water’s still cold.”
“You’re soaking,” he said.
Leo tilted his head. “Or maybe you’re just tuned to a different frequency. Some people are. They feel everything more—the heat, the cold, the way the light changes before a storm.”