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Central Park. “The first date I wrote about,” I smiled.
    “Now, I don’t know exactly where this guy chatted you up while you were picking up… you know,” he laughed, “so I’m prepared to cover every square inch of this park until you’re satisfied.”
    I snuggled in, threading my arm through his and crossing my legs toward him. “I’m already satisfied.”
    “Oh good, we can stop here. This isn’t cheap, you know.” He playfully moved to get the driver’s attention and I pulled him back.
    “Okay. Maybe a little longer?”
    The night wasn’t cool by any stretch, but I thought I could smell the first hints of autumn. The leaves were still lush and green, but it was like they were preparing for a change. The rhythmic clip-clop-clip-clop of the horse was mesmerizing. We held hands, talked softly about what we’d each been up to the last few weeks, and watched the scenery.
    The coach slowed to a stop as we climbed a small hill. I heard a loud thunder of applause and looked to Clint for explanation.
    “We’re a little late. Apparently your friend isn’t very punctual.”
    “It was my fault. I dragged my feet the whole…” I spoke as I realized where we were. “This is where they do Shakespeare in the Park, isn’t it?”
    Clint’s proud expression was my answer. He leaned forward and handed the driver a folded bill, clapped him on the back and thanked him. I carefully climbed down, feeling like a kid surprised with a trip to Disney.
    “I’d hoped to be here for the start, but I think you know the story already. Come on, follow me.”
    He led me by hand through a private entrance where he spoke in whispers to one of the staff. We were guided behind the seating and up a narrow stairway to the top level of a tower that housed all the lighting.
    “Exclusive seats, just for you,” he whispered in my ear.
    I don’t know how he found out, but I’d been trying to get tickets to see a show, any show, in this theater since I’d moved to the city. I never imagined I’d be watching it from up high like this. The set was minimal and almost unnecessary. The actors’ presence filled the large, exposed stage, their words carrying into the darkness above.
     
    “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”
     
    My mouth fell open in shock. He remembered. He actually remembered my favorite play. We’re watching A Midsummer Night’s Dream in Central Park…
    I kept stealing glances at him, the lights illuminating his handsome face. I couldn’t believe this was happening and before I knew it, it was over.
    We strolled through the park back to my apartment, hand in hand. Puddles of light illuminated the path, the park surprisingly busy so late at night. Joggers, cyclists, other theater-goers winding their ways back home.
    “So,” I said.
    “So,” he replied. I could hear the smile in his voice.
    “Romancing the serial dater, huh?”
    He let out a throaty laugh. “I guess I should explain myself then, eh?”
    “I have been enjoying myself plenty while you’ve kept me in the dark.”
    He dropped his head, a few pieces of hair hanging low on his forehead. “Even though the book isn’t coming out until the end of this year, my publicist has me flying all over to start promotions. I don’t exactly have a place to call home,” he said sadly, “but I definitely won’t be gathering dust in any one spot for the next couple months.”
    “Okay,” I said slowly, still unsure of where this was all going.
    He pulled me closer, slipping his arm around my waist. He changed his gait so our hips rocked back and forth in unison with each step. “I made sure that my schedule allowed for at least one day a week here in New York. Those are the days I’ll be here to take you out.”
    I peered up at him in surprise. “You really don’t have to go to so much trouble. I’m here no matter…”
    “I’m going to take you out,” he replied firmly. “Well, if