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“This is your idea of outdoors?”
“Yeah. What of it?” Kara watched Justin as he surveyed the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. He’d complained of feeling claustrophobic in the city. Weird thing was they’d been standing on the Brooklyn Heights promenade at that moment, up on the cliff overlooking the East River with Manhattan as a backdrop—one of the best vistas in all of New York.
The Botanic Garden was fifty acres of woods, a tropical hothouse, and a wide selection of planned gardens. There were several places where you couldn’t see the surrounding city buildings at all. At the moment they were on a path deep in the bluebell woods. Shade trees of oak, birch, and beech shadowed over an acre of bluebell flowers in riotous bloom. A vagrant breeze kept them stirred into constant motion.
“Sorry.
