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Nate wondered if there was a man on the planet able to resist her smile.
"First a mule, then a wagon, and now flowers and a swing. I may put you in charge of my happiness on a permanent basis if you're not careful, Nate Grayson," she whispered.
"Go inside, brazen woman, before your trousers wind up around your ankles and you find yourself sitting on something a bit more lively than this swing."
His tongue was lightning and his hands, sliding her gown slowly over her hips, were brewing the storm.
When Vivid awakened the next morning, she and the bed were covered with daisies and black-eyed susans. Nate!