Chapter 133
Tilda
Ethan helps me through the fence, and once I’m on the other side, I click my tongue at him. “Not very Good Boy of you. Illegally entering park property.”
He swats my ass.
I squeak but keep smiling.
Playful Ethan is maybe my favorite Ethan.
I purse my lips.
Or maybe it’s sexy Ethan.
Or Good Boy Ethan.
Or… swinging an axe at my cousin Ethan.
A quack has us both turning back to the fence.
Quackers is waddling toward us from the other side.
Ethan whistles and points to the house.
Quackers snaps her beak, then turns around and waddles back.
Or… maybe it’s duck whisperer Ethan.
“Oh. Wow.” My steps slow as we come out of the woods into a large grassy patch.
I have to turn my head side to side to take in the view.
It’s breathtaking.
Before us, the land slopes down.
And down.
All the way to the bottom of a valley. And across the valley is a mountain shooting up from the earth.
It’s so tall. And perfectly formed.
It feels like I’m standing in a postcard.
I take it in.
Amazed.
“Ethan, this is—” I turn my head toward him and find a blanket laid out in the grass.
He unclips his fancy hat from where he had it hanging off his backpack. And he holds it up to me.
I slowly reach out and take it. “What am I supposed to do with this?”
“Wear it.” Ethan lowers himself to the blanket. “While you sit on my face.”