Nina’s POV "A hike," he said simply. "There's a trail about two miles down the coast that leads out to an abandoned lighthouse. No phones, no meetings, just a steep climb and an ocean view."I raised an eyebrow, taking another sip of my coffee. "Are you trying to kill me, Liam? Because a steep hike sounds suspiciously like strenuous physical exertion.""I'll carry you if you complain," he chuckled, stepping back and reaching for the coffee pot I had left on the counter. "Besides, you need the fresh air. You've spent too much time under fluorescent lights lately."An hour later, we were laced into sturdy hiking boots, walking along a narrow dirt path that wound its way through a thick pine forest bordering the rugged Maine coastline. The ground was spongy with fallen needles, and the canopy above filtered the morning sunlight into fractured golden beams that danced across the forest floor.At first, we walked in a comfortable silence, listening to the crunch of gravel under our boots
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