Outside, clouds darkened the sky. Raindrops gave Vance an excuse to gallop toward the gazebo, and thunder drowned out the crunches his strides made on the gravel walkway. The air cooled quickly. When he reached the gazebo, the warm humidity inside clashed with cool outside air to steam the glass panes, already frosted by design, and provide great cover from prying eyes.
Sable greeted him inside the entrance to the gazebo, a structure about twelve feet high and twenty feet in diameter with five concrete benches along the inside edges. Her pocketbook rested against the wall by the door. She showed him her cell phone. “See? Just like yours. With a camera and all the other gadgets.” She placed her cell phone on top of her pocketbook, showing off her glorious rump to tantalize Vance again.
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