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frequent fl ier miles. I’ll come back if you want me to.”

“Good. Because I do. Very much.” Chaz kissed Megan again and tried not to make it feel like good-bye. But it was already beginning to.

Far too much. She couldn’t help it. Three or four weeks a year would not be nearly enough.

They lazed back into a spoon without further words, Chaz wrapping her body around Megan’s, front to back, always mindful of her injured shoulder. Soon she felt the deep even breathing she could already recognize as Megan asleep, and she had to fi ght back sudden, unexpected tears that sprang from nowhere.

How is it possible to feel so much for her, so soon? It’s not fair.

To fi nally feel something like this and have it be so impossible. It was nothing at all like she’d expected. The women she had seriously dated were all just like her. Wilderness devotees. Monogamous. Perfect fi ts, all of them, at least on paper. They had the same interests, outlook, priorities in life.

She and Megan, on the other hand, had very little in common on the surface. Sure, Megan appreciated the uncommon beauty of their surroundings with a sensitivity that not everyone possessed. That much was clear. She picked up kayaking pretty fast and seems to enjoy it,despite the accident. No complaints about the primitive campingexperience. She’s bright, and funny, incredibly sexy, and…she makesyou feel things that no one has ever made you feel.

But the differences between them seemed insurmountable, distance being only one. They had different priorities. And even though it seemed to her, when they were making love, that Megan was feeling exactly as she was feeling…that this was incredibly different, and special…she knew it wasn’t so.

For her, it’s only an affair. And she has them all the time. You knowthat you’d want much more than that. If you kept seeing her, it wouldonly make it that much harder to say good-bye when she moved on tosomeone else.

Yes, it was probably just as well that they had only one night. For every additional hour that she spent with Megan was an hour spent getting closer and closer to her. Already, she could not imagine how she would ever say good-bye.

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KIM BALDWIN

When next Chaz woke, the light streaming into the tent and the bird calls outside told her that the storm had passed, and it was probably well into the morning. She knew she should fi nd the radio and turn it on; they would be sending a helicopter as soon as possible. But she couldn’t bring herself to move right away.

She wanted a fi nal moment to relish what it was like waking up next to Megan, after the most incredible night of lovemaking in her life.

She was on her back and Megan on her side, tucked up against her with her head in the crook of her shoulder. Her soft breathing against Chaz’s chest felt like brief, airy caresses. Chaz’s nipples started to get hard.

One of Megan’s legs was carelessly draped over hers, weightless and unmoving but, placed where it was, between her legs, still extremely provocative. She could feel herself getting aroused again. Jesus, get agrip. Aren’t you worn out yet? Apparently not.

Her common sense won out. It wouldn’t do for the chopper to arrive with them lying like this. She managed to reach her watch without having to move too much. Megan slept on. 8 a.m. Shit.

She glanced outside. There was a touch of fog; that was good, it meant probably that rescue wasn’t imminent. But the rain had stopped, and morning fog often burned off by midmorning. She really did have to check in, and in order to reach the radio, she’d have to move Megan off of her.

She tried to slowly extricate herself from Megan’s embrace, but as soon as she moved a few inches, Megan moaned, and, still half-asleep, nestled her body even more snugly against Chaz. The languid movement of Megan’s body along hers did nothing to help quench Chaz’s growing excitement. I’m just going to have to wake her. Or pretty soon I’m notgoing to care whether the chopper is coming or not.

“Megan?” she said gently.

Megan sighed a long sigh of contentment. Chaz knew she was still asleep, but the gentle exhalation sounded so much like the sigh she’d made after orgasm number three that it kicked up Chaz’s arousal another notch.

“Megan!” Louder this time, her voice betraying the level of her fear of losing control. “I have to radio in.”

She slowly stretched to reach her pack, and her movement made Megan come fully awake. She yawned sleepily and blinked at Chaz.

“Hi, there. Good morning.”

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