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They left the picnic basket at the edge of the clearing. Crossing the stream on stepping stones, Angelica laughed and Kirk turned to look at her.
Оглавление“This is so different from New York City,” she explained.
“Better.”
She nodded.
“We’ll be there soon,” he said, turning and heading on again.
When they reached the pool, Angelica was hot and out of breath. The waterfall was a three-foot-tall curtain spilling over a wide lip of rock. She thought she’d love to swim beneath it and have it rain down on her.
Kirk stopped by the edge and trailed his hands in it. Then, mischief in his eyes, he flicked her with water.
Angelica shrieked and turned to run. Laughing so hard she almost fell, she reached the edge of the water. Stopping, she looked at Kirk, who had followed her. “Thanks for the picnic and bringing me here. This is such a lovely place.”
He nodded in acknowledgment, then leaned over and brushed his lips against hers.
