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wouldn’t do to let him know she would come running when she saw him. Tiff was having enough trouble with that realization herself.
    He offered her his arm. “Shall we?”
    She took his arm and they hiked through the forest into an area that had escaped Tiff’s exploration. “I haven’t been this way yet.”
    “Lee said that if you didn’t know it was here, you couldn’t find it. It is kept for locals or special cases.”
    “I guess we are classified as special?”
    “I suppose we are. You certainly are. Few women bother coming to the Crossroads and then refuse to even attempt to meet any men.”
    Tiff wrinkled her nose, and as suddenly as they had entered the woods, they came out into a large park. The idea that someone could have designed a park for adults, with everything from swings to seesaws, was delightfully silly.
    “I wonder why this was built.” Tiff looked around and with a squeal, she hopped on the merry-go-round, pushing herself with one leg and hanging on as the wind rippled through her skirt.
    She clutched at the bar as Davus propelled her around. The wind whipped through her hair and she squealed, finally screaming, “Enough!”
    The rotation slowed and the platform under her came to a halt.
    Tiff laughed and staggered, landing heavily against him. “Sorry.”
    He put his hands on her hips and held her tightly against him. “Don’t be. I’m not.”
    She placed her hands on his chest and drummed her fingers on the hard muscle. “I want to play on the swings.”
    “Then what are you waiting for?” He let her go.
    She turned and sprinted to the swings, kicking off her shoes and settling herself on the plank. She held onto the ropes and pushed off, propelling herself higher and higher.
    Davus was nearby, spreading a blanket out on the grass and watching her.
    Tiff swung and kicked, finally arching up and out of the swing, flying through the air. She landed lightly and heard applause.
    Davus was on his feet and clapping wildly. “Excellently done.”
    She stood and curtseyed. “Thank you. I am a little rusty, so I wasn’t sure that I could manage it.”
    She walked past him and sat on the blanket. She patted the fabric next to her. “Care to have a seat?”
    He dropped to her side and grinned. “You look relaxed.”
    “I am enjoying myself. I am working up the nerve to ask you to join me on the seesaw.”
    He chuckled. “Perhaps we should save that for later. What are you thinking about my proposal?”
    “Is that what that was? I thought it was more of a suggestion.” She wrinkled her nose at him and leaned back on her elbows.
    He shifted position and loomed over her. “Should I repeat my proposal?”
    “You might want to. I seemed to have missed it the first time.”
    His face was inches from hers. “Well, Tiffany Grayson, it would be my utmost pleasure to have you as my mate. Would you have me as yours?”
    She shifted to one elbow and pressed her palm to his cheek. “That was what I was waiting for. I will have you, and you will have me, but you know we are going to run into problems.”
    “Problems can be dealt with. I am willing to deal with yours if you are willing to deal with mine.”
    Tiffany felt her heart swell. “As long as you keep them out in the open, we can deal with them. No secrets.”
    “No secrets.” He sealed their agreement with a kiss.
    She shifted her hand from his cheek to his shoulder, clinging to his shirt with all her strength as his lips teased hers and then his tongue came out to play.
    The hot, wet slide sent a shiver through her. She felt a throb between her thighs and gasped with surprise.
    He eased her back to the blanket and continued kissing her with the sun overhead.
    She squirmed against him as tension built inside her. When he dragged a hand up the outside of her thigh, she placed her hand on his, giving him complete permission.
    Her panties were slowly dragged down and off. The caress of wind against her damp flesh added to her