Coconut Grove I got my head out the sunroof, I'm blastin' our favorite tunes

A year ago she might have demurred, feigned ignorance; the naive girl who had first come to the Teekon Wilds was unfamiliar with the attentions of men, always reluctant to read into their kindness. But Reverie was not that girl anymore. She knew the glint in a man's eyes when he saw something he found beautiful. She knew that gentle lowering lilt to the voice, the air of eagerness.
She was a married woman. But Lestan was not here, and surely there was no harm in basking awhile under the warmth of new attention. Nothing more. Eventually she would be reunited with her husband, and Boone would fade into memory.
For now, her smile turned slightly coy. Well, Her sunlit eyes flitted over his features intently. It's open for discussion. I do love to travel.