““As she neared the gazebo, the unmistakable sounds of passion drifted from the interior. She halted as a woman let out a long, soft moan. "Oh, Robby, we need to stop. We're missing the party." "I canna wait another minute," he grumbled in a low voice. "I need you now, Olivia." The woman let out another long moan that Caitlyn could only interpret as surrender. She tiptoed across the grass, headed in another direction. A feminine squeal emanated from the gazebo, followed by a masculine growl.””
