He turned to me with a sly grin in place. “I may take advantage of my time there to tour some properties for my own use. Any requests?” “Requests?” I teased. “Not suggestions?” “How else am I to tempt you?” I blushed, imagining all the ways. “Rolling hills,” I answered. “Very well.” “And a forest of trees,” I added. “Perhaps a river or creek—but far away from the ocean.” He cleared his throat. “Indeed.”
