Whitewater Rendezvous

“So did you decide that maybe you did want something more with this one? What about that no-one-night-stands thing?”

Megan shrugged. Yeah. What about that? It was a question she’d avoided thinking about. But if she wanted Chaz, perhaps she had to think about it, and fast. She didn’t really have to think very long, before she realized she very much wanted Chaz for more than one night.

Their earlier admissions, when they thought their separation was imminent, were impossible to take back. It was out there, now—the fact that they both felt this tremendous attraction. And now they were going to be trapped together for at least several hours.

“I should get going,” Justine said before Megan could work up a reply. “Good luck. I hope the weather doesn’t get too rough.”

Megan thanked her and, as soon as she was alone again, shifted around to make herself more comfortable, which was at best a relative concept. Her friends had cushioned her head, neck, and sore shoulder with some extra clothes, and Chaz had gotten the okay from the doctor to give her ibuprofen from the fi rst-aid kit. It was beginning to kick in.

She was warm, and dry, and as long as she didn’t try to move around too much, it wasn’t half bad.

On her back, her sleeping bag tucked up to her neck, she began thinking about what she would say. By the time Chaz crawled into the tent, she was ready.

Chaz lay down on her side, facing Megan, propped up on one elbow. She was still fully clothed except for her boots and her jacket, which she’d tossed into a corner.

“I’ll make us some dinner in a while,” she said. “Before the weather hits. How are you feeling?”

“Fit as a fi ddle and ready for love. Isn’t that the expression?”

That got a smile out of Chaz.

“So did you mean it when you said you view last night as a missed opportunity?” Megan asked.

“When I said that, I thought you’d be leaving in a couple of hours, and I wouldn’t get the chance to talk to you again.”

“Does that make a difference?”

Chaz hesitated. “Not really. No.”

“You have an opportunity now.”

“Megan, you’re injured.”

“We can work around that.”

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Chaz laughed. “With the way this trip has been going? No. No way. You’d end up paralyzed for sure.”

“Funny girl,” Megan huffed. “At least kiss me. You have to kiss me.”

“You’re a shameless hussy,” Chaz said.

Megan laughed. “And from your smile, I’d say you like that in a woman.”

“Apparently, I do indeed.”

“I’ve had the hots for you for days,” Megan said. “And from the way you kissed me back, it was kind of clear the feeling was mutual.

You’re a great kisser, by the way.”

Chaz blushed. “I didn’t…and won’t …deny I am really attracted to you. I’ve been…unprofessionally preoccupied with thoughts of you since day one.” She ran one hand absently through her hair, brushing it back out of her eyes. “And that kiss certainly didn’t help matters.”

“In that case…” Megan closed her eyes and pursed her lips for a kiss.

“Megan,” Chaz groaned. But she leaned toward her, all the same.

“You’re injured. I mean it. It’s not happening.”

“So you mean if we could, you would?” Megan said.

“Probably. Yes. You’re very hard to resist.”

“You’ve resisted so far,” Megan reminded her, her face in a pout.

“And left me in a pretty…frustrated state, to say the least.”

“Welcome to my world.” Chaz smiled. “You have only yourself to blame for last night. You were deliberately fl aunting your ass at me as we walked back from seeing the herd.”

“Was I?”

“You’re going to make this a very diffi cult evening, aren’t you?”

“Not if you kiss me,” Megan said. “Then I’ll go easy on you.”

That got another laugh. “You’re incorrigible. I think I should go and fi x us some dinner before you get me into trouble.” Chaz grabbed her boots and jacket and headed for the door of the tent.

“You’re only delaying the inevitable, you know,” Megan called after her. At least I sure hope that’s the case.

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