Wrath of Poseidon (Fargo Adventures 12)
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She turned and looked up at Sam. “Any particular reason?”
“Does there need to be a reason?” He tucked his finger beneath her chin, then kissed her. “I happen to know where there’s a bottle of Greek wine chilled to the perfect temperature. And the perfect location. A cliff top overlooking the Pacific Ocean.”
“Sam, that’s not camping. That’s our home.”
“But . . . I know where there’s a tent and a sleeping bag with zippers.”
“You kept them?”
He took Remi in his arms, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek, then gave her a kiss.
“Of course I kept them.”
She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck. “That’s what I love about you, Sam Fargo. A true romantic.”