Whitewater Rendezvous

“Go ahead, I know you can’t wait.” Justine got to her feet and headed for the door. “I’ll tell Grace to hold your calls for a few minutes and come back later so we can catch up.”

“Thanks, Justine.”

As soon as Justine had closed the door behind her, Megan carefully opened the envelope and took out a two-page letter written in Chaz’s precise penmanship. It began

Hello, Megan. I miss you more than I can say.

Seeing those words fi rst, right off the bat, made her heart fl utter in her chest. She ached for reassurance that their time together had meant as much to Chaz as it had to her.

She glanced at the photo again, before returning to the letter.

And it’s not just because you are incredible in bed (though youmost certainly are, and thank God for your stamina).

That line not only produced a big smile, it started up a slide show in her mind of some of things they’d done to each other during that long, incredible night. She had never been more grateful for her ability to recall events in absolutely perfect, vivid detail, down to the accompanying tastes and smells. No telling what might happen whenwe get together and I don’t have a bum shoulder to work around. She glanced at the photo again. Damn. I’ve got it real bad for you, don’t I?

She returned to the letter.

It didn’t take me long after you left, to realize that you alreadymean more to me than perhaps any woman ever has.

Her heartbeat kicked into high gear at that line.

Megan, I don’t know how or when, but I want to see you at the veryearliest opportunity. And at every opportunity thereafter. I hope youmeant what you said about those million frequent fl ier miles because Imiss you fi ercely.

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KIM BALDWIN

Oh, God. Chaz. You have to have a way with words, too. An ache of longing blossomed in her chest. It was going to be absolute hell not to be able to communicate with Chaz for at least another week.

I’ve fallen for you. In a big way. I guess there are many who wouldsay that after only one night together, telling you how I feel is jumpingthe gun. That it’s too much, too fast, too soon. But I know how I feel. Ijust pray to God you feel the same.

I know that making a relationship work when we have suchradically different lives, so far apart, seems impossible. Maybe it is.

But I want to see where this might lead.

Her heart was thumping hard in her chest now, and it was getting more diffi cult to read as tears welled up in Megan’s eyes. Oh, yes. Shefeels it, too.

I can’t stop thinking about our night together, Megan, the next line read. I miss you, and I need to feel your body.

Oh, shit, Megan thought. Perhaps I shouldn’t be reading this atwork. The memory of Chaz’s hands on her, burned vividly in her mind, fl ared to life. Oh, hell. Her nipples were instantly hard, and she felt a sudden urge to press her thighs fi rmly together.

I would certainly run out of superlatives if I tried to describewhat it was like for me to make love with you. Incredible. Exquisite.

Unbelievable. It’s like you awakened a part of me I didn’t know existed.

No one has ever made me feel more alive than I felt that night, Megan.

You stir my blood.

More memories fl ashed through her mind. She could feel herself getting more and more aroused. Shit. Shit. Shit. This is defi nitely notappropriate at work.

I’m sorry it’s going to be so hard for us to communicate with eachother while I’m leading trips the rest of the summer. I’m especiallyanxious, of course, to hear how you’ll react to this letter. I hate it thatit’ll be several more days before I can try to reach you. I will call as

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