the garden. And I like the fact that each artistic effect in the garden has an important symbolic meaning.”
She nodded. “Now I get it.”
“Get what?”
“When we first arrived,” she said, “I couldn’t understand why a man like you would even know about a place like this.”
He didn’t understand. “A man like me?” He lifted one hand, palm up. “A place like this?”
“You have to admit that you and this garden are, well, opposites. Close your eyes a second and feel it. This place is serene and stress-free, content to simply exist. Sure, I hardly know you, but from what I’ve witnessed, you’re none of those things.”
Her tongue skipped across her dusky lips, and Riley had to force himself not to stare.
“But the poetry and the symbolism,” she continued, “make this a thinking man’s garden, now don’t they?”
Riley felt discomfited. He wasn’t sure he liked being analyzed. She’d done the same thing earlier today, evaluated his character.
“You don’t have to answer.” She reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
Catherine crossed her long, sexy legs, then leaned forward, resting her forearm on her knee. She looked down at the ground, and then tipped up her chin to gaze into his face. Like a magnet, her creamy cleavage drew his gaze.
Something amazing gathered in those deep blue eyes of hers. And just as amazing were the mysterious tendrils that seemed to sprout from the very ground and climb along his legs, grappling and grasping and plucking at him.
Touch her. Kiss her. Taste her.
The phantom whisper seemed to come from nowhere. And everywhere. Every leaf, every drop of water, every pebble and rock vibrated with a wraithlike energy that called him to act.
The urge to reach out and stroke the graceful line of her jaw nearly overpowered him.
Riley’s mouth went desert-dry, and he cleared his throat with a small cough.
“We should go,” he told her. He stood, before the strange spell completely smothered all his good and logical sense. “I have other places for you to see, other things for us to do. This is a tour, remember.”
Determination resided on her pretty face, hinting that she was quite happy with the “thing” they were doing right now. But he pushed the issue by holding out his hand to her.
And after exhaling a quick, regretful sigh, she took it.
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