Page 206 of Stuart Woods' Finders Keepers
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They walked down a path that paralleled the shoreline.
“I can’t believe this place is yours,” she said.
“It’s notallmine,” he said.
She smirked. “You know what I mean.”
“Perhaps you’d like a tour of another Arrington in the future? L.A., Paris, Italy, England…”
“Why not all of them?”
“Why not?”
He pulled her to him and kissed her.
“You did mention we have a room for tonight, correct?” she said.
“I did.”
“And how long until the party is officially supposed to start?”
“Not for another two hours. Why?”
“I was just wondering what the view from the room might be like.”
“Perhaps we should findout.”
