TRUST ME
“What would you like to do? We can take the yacht out and just soak up the sun. We can go back to Italy and pretend to be tourists, or I'll be happy to show you France like you said you wanted. We can make your secret desire of going on a safari come true, or we can go to a deserted island where you can run around completely starkers the entire time.”
“Do you really want to know what I’d like to do?” she asked with a shy smile, watching the man assemble a sandwich of crackers, meat and cheese. Creighton nodded, popping the concoction into his mouth. “I want to go camping. No money, no hotels, no room service, just you, me and a tent.”
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