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We entered another rooer one than the last The lowed No candles or other light Just the fire

He set ht back”

As he vanished in the direction in which we’d just come, I suspected he went to blow out all the candles

I stood and took in the more masculine rooe, distressed brown leather chairs and round wooden tables of varying heights Books scattered everywhere, even stacked on the wood floor No personal pictures, as was the case throughout the house, that I’d seen But I did spy framed artwork on the walls Several penciled sche, and the Hughes H-4 Hercules—the Spruce Goose—which reen Aviation & Space Museu Beach home

I stole a peek at so about Tolkien, Browning, Shakespeare, Hawthorne, Dickens

So Dane liked the classics Classic literature, classic artwork—or modes of transportation, possibly Historic, inspirational, intellectual things That told me more about him than any photo snapped at the Grand Canyon could, I surmised

I wondered if he liked Casablanca Gone with the Wind The Prince of Tides

What sort offor an iPod speaker or other sound systeiven that he’d ad tunes to our seductive rendezvous in the other roo rose petals—he ht prefer the sounds of nature The creek, the wind, the thunder and lightning e had it

I found so about that

I sat on the bed as he returned I slipped between the silky ecru sheets and he joined me

“I took you forsort,” I teased

“That would be correct”

I rubbed the lavish sateen between ain?”

He grinned “Thought you’d like it”

“I do” TheEven the lack of ht haveplaying too loudly in the background