The breeze picked up, and I chose my steps carefully while we moved through the woods. As the mountain air blew through my hair, chill bumps covered my body. I inhaled the sharp, October air that held a hint of campfire smoke. Leon’s firm grip on my hand hurt. Was he afraid I would change my mind? “We’re almost there, Melody.” “How will we know if they are—?” “Babe, it’s called Swinger’s Bridge.” Never did I imagine that a weekend getaway to spice up our sex life would lead to this?Leon’s internet research found this place and here we were. The...