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when I was young. There are a couple friends of my parents I keep in touch with occasionally.”
    She pulled away from him and gently wiped the tears that had escaped down her cheeks.
    “Thank you. I’ve never felt comfortable telling anyone else that story. I’m always afraid to see the pity in their eyes.”
    He took her hand and started walking back up the trail.

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    “Tell me about your family,” she said. “I’ve spilled my guts. It’s only fair that you do as well.”
    “My mom and dad are both history professors specialising in Celtic tribes at University of Colorado in Denver. They’re currently on sabbatical exploring Great Britain. Last postcard I received was from Scotland two weeks ago. I have two older brothers who are twins.
    Dave’s a financial analyst in Wyoming, and Jared is a lieutenant in the Air Force, currently stationed in Colorado Springs. They’re thirty-five.”
    “Do you have any nieces or nephews?”
    Mark smiled. “Yeah…one niece and two nephews. The boys are twins like Dave and Jared. They all belong to Dave.”
    “You sound very fond of them.”
    “They’re great kids. The boys remind me of the three of us growing up. Always into good fun and trouble, and Ashleigh is a little princess. She takes after her mom.”
    “So who taught you about cars?”
    “My uncle. Dad isn’t so mechanically inclined, but my uncle was a semi-professional drag racer. When we were young, he would let us hang out in the garage and watch him work on the engines. Then when we got old enough, he taught us how to tune and drive the track ourselves. Dave doesn’t do much with cars anymore, but Jared still tinkers. He’s got a cherry ’72 Barracuda with a modified 426 Hemi.”
    He was so caught up talking about his family he didn’t even realise they’d reached their destination. They could see Hallett Peak still capped with snow. The trail to the summit wouldn’t be open for another couple months, at least. Mark stopped on the trail and led her over to a big rock along the shore.
    “Why don’t we take a seat on that rock and enjoy the scenery? I brought a couple granola bars, and we can relax for a while.”
    He watched as she laid back on the flat rock to soak up the sun. Her hair glinted with red highlights in the sun. The light reflecting off the emerald green water for which the lake was named danced across her face. He had to catch his breath as he realised that he very much could fall in love with this woman. Hell if he was honest, he already was falling.
    Despite all the conversations they’d shared, there was one thing he had not brought up yet.
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    submissive tendencies in her despite her vocal demands during sex. How would she respond? Would she be interested in the scene? Deciding that right now he was going to just enjoy their time together and figure out how to approach that issue further down the road, he continued to absorb the scents and sounds of the surrounding mountains and the warming presence of the woman beside him.
    The hunger had been building in him since seeing her naked in his bed that morning.
    He didn’t want to hold back any longer. He had to taste her again. He needed to feel her close to him. More than anything, he wanted to give her more beautiful memories of this special place she’d shared with her family all those years ago. Leaning over, he kissed her.
    Ever so gently, just a soft meeting of lips and breath. Erica sighed against him and threaded her hand through the hair on the nape of his neck. He’d never had a lover do that as much as she did and found he loved the slight tug. He deepened the kiss, caressing her bottom lip with his tongue and seeking entrance. She opened willingly and met his thrusts with her own. Pulling away, he looked down into her warm violet eyes.
    “I love the way you taste.