“Marco,” I called. After a moment, he answered behind me. “Polo.” I spun around, and he grabbed for me, slipping his hands up my short skirt, but I pushed them back down again, touching his face. “Close your eyes,” I told him, making sure his lids were closed. “Keep them closed and find me.” “And if I find you?” I grinned at his loaded tone and backed away, getting a head start. “You won’t,” I teased, immediately finding a diversion in the path and slipping off to the left.
