I shake my head, chancing a glance over my shoulder. My lips are only inches from his, and if my cousin wasn’t clapping and squealing a foot away from me, I’d take the kiss they’re offering.

“It never will,” I say instead, and Lincoln’s hazel gaze flares with heat. He understands what I’m saying.

His hand curls around mine as the chopper turns and flies along the cliffs for a few minutes until I spot a wider stretch of beach up ahead. A white tent is in the distance, probably our destination. But where the hell are we going to touch down?

I look around for some kind of cement pad, but there’s nothing but cliffs and wooden stairs leading down to the beach.

“Where is he going to land?” I ask.

“You’ll see,” Lincoln says as he squeezes my hand.

Cricket’s eyes are as wide as I’ve ever seen them as the chopper starts to descend.

“Here?”

Lincoln nods as the pilot speaks in what sounds like code and gets the okay for landing.

My eyes widen as the chopper descends, and I realize it’s not a regular beach we’re landing on. We touch down on what looks like a million colored jewels—not sand. The pilot cuts the engine and the rotors wind down.

“Where are we?”

“A glass beach. It’s not well known like some of the others, which is why the glass is still here. They dumped trash over the cliffs all along here in the early 1900s. Thousands of glass bottles were tossed over, and the waves took care of the rest.”

My mouth hangs open in wonder. “I’ve never seen anything like it in my life.”

Lincoln squeezes my hand. “A friend of a friend owns this stretch and agreed to let us land here and have dinner.”

Cricket whips off her headset. “Can we get out? Is it safe? I’ve got to see this up close.”

“Go for it.”

Hunter opens the door of the helicopter, and Cricket is on the ground before I can even reach the buckle on my harness. Hunter follows her out but pauses in the doorway. “Thank you, man. This is incredible.”

“He’s right. This is absolutely incredible.” I drag my gaze back to Lincoln’s face and stare at him with just as much wonder as I did at the beach. “I can’t believe you did this all for us.”

“Eventually, you’re going to realize there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

Lincoln’s eyes are soft and filled with emotion I’m afraid to name. Warmth builds in my chest, and my grip on his hand tightens.

“Thank you for doing this,” I whisper as I release his hand so we can both unbuckle our harnesses.

“No thanks necessary. I do have a question for you, though.”

My entire body tenses. “What kind of question?”

“An easy one, I hope.” Lincoln holds out his hand again. “Ms. Gable, would you do me the honor of walking on the beach with me before dinner?”