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He steered Cassie toward the opposite end of the terrace, where flagstone stair steps led to a landscaped garden filled with rosebushes and shrubbery. In the twilight, the scent of flowers mingled with the fresh fragrance of grass and salt breeze. “Let’s stop and smell the roses, you know?”
“You’re so Zen,” she teased.
“No, I just want a minute alone with you.”
She glanced up at him in puzzlement. “What for? You’re alone with me all the time. You ought to be sick of me by now.”
“You aren’t usually wearing that dress,” he pointed out. Even in the dusky dimness, he caught her blush. “And no, I’m not sick of you, not even a little.” He took her hand and led her down a winding path toward the cliffs, where a guardrail offered a layer of protection.
“Wait, are you trying to get me alon
