I recently finished writing a romance novel, the first in a two-book contract. I've just started writing the second romance novel in that series. And in between I've been reading. Yes, romance novels. So I'll admit it's on my brain a lot. But I'm not the only one.
Yesterday I spotted a big doe in our side yard between the barn and the house. Does and fawns walk through there all year long, cutting between one field and the next, so it wasn't unusal to see a deer there. But this one was alone, and didn't seem interested in nibbling the grass or checking out the apple trees. She stood still as if listening, very alert. Then she trotted quickly toward the house and cut into the field next door. She wasn't gone fifteen seconds when I looked up and saw another deer standing exactly where she had been. This one was a buck. Despite all the deer around, we rarely see bucks except for brief sightings in the fall. And never near the house. Although I'm not sure he really cared where he was; that wasn't what he had on his mind. He stood as still as she had, sniffed the air, then started forward at a slow trot, looking around as he did and showing off his perfect, if modest, three point antlers. As he neared the field where the doe had gone he must have spotted her because he suddenly broke into a run and was gone.
Obviously, the doe knew he was following her. And although she was coyly leading him on, she wasn't trying to get away. I wouldn't even call it playing hard to get. Just making him work for it a little. It's not like the heroines I write about, but it's still the same game. Romance.