"Close your eyes."
From the passenger seat of Fraser's car, Danica shook her head. After they'd finished breakfast he told her had an activity in mind for them. She'd thought – incorrectly – that he'd enlighten her as to what they'd be doing on the way. Instead he'd stayed mum and insisted she wait until they arrived.
"Why do I have to close my eyes?"
The khaki tracksuit she'd worn was suitable for what they'd doing, he insisted, but his determination to keep the activity secret until last second made her wonder. Fraser was a man who took great pleasure in surprises and grand gestures, it seemed.
"Because I already know what you're like," he said with a fond laugh. "If I tell you where we're going, or you see, you won't do it. But if I can get you in the building I know you won't want
