Whitewater Rendezvous

“So I take it you’re all healed up? Everything’s all right?” Chaz asked.

“If you were here, I’d ravish you in all those ways we couldn’t in the tent,” Megan said, in a breathy, seductive voice.

Chaz felt a sharp twist of arousal at the juncture of her thighs.

“Jesus, Megan. Now who’s being provocative? I’m in the lobby of the lodge!”

“Oh, am I getting you all hot and bothered?” Megan asked in the same sexy voice. “Does it show? Are people watching?”

“Stop that!” Chaz was really heating up now, and starting to fi dget.

She glanced around. No one in sight at the moment, but that could change at any time. “You’re a cruel woman.” But the playful banter and the effect that Megan had on her body, even long distance, only reinforced the growing attraction between them.

“Oh, I think you like it,” Megan murmured. “In fact, you like it a lot. You sure liked it when I teased you that night, remember?”

“You could make a fortune as a phone-sex provider, not that I’m advocating a change of careers for you,” Chaz said. She felt light-headed, not surprising since all her blood was traveling south a mile a minute.

“You think so?” Megan said. “Well, maybe as a hobby. Just for one exclusive client.”

“Is that an offer?”

“Oh, I think we’re going to have to fi nd all sorts of creative ways to get through the long periods when we can’t be together. Do you have a webcam?” Megan asked.

“A webcam? No,” Chaz answered.

“Get one as soon as you get home,” Megan said. “They’re really cheap now, and they really are the next best thing to being there. At least then we can see each other when we talk.”

“Oh! That would be great.”

“Yes, and let me tell you right off the bat I thoroughly encourage you to wear as little as possible when we chat.”

Chaz laughed. “Hmm, well, I’m beginning to see the possibilities here.”

“Thought you might. So when are we going to be able to get together? Have you looked at your schedule?”

“I e-mailed it to you a while ago.”

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KIM BALDWIN

“Great. Hey, I can maybe get away for a long weekend over Labor Day. How about you?”

“Can’t. I’ve got some departmental meetings then—curriculum development for the coming year.”

“Damn.”

Chaz could hear the disappointment in Megan’s voice. “Sorry.

How about Thanksgiving?”

“November is sweeps month—our most important rating period. I can’t get away that month at all.” Megan groaned.

“Christmas?”

“Christmas I can defi nitely do. But damn! That’s so far away!”

“I know.”

They both went quiet. Much of the enthusiasm they had built up with their fl irting defl ated with the realization they wouldn’t see each for fi ve more months.

“You sure you want to pursue this, knowing how tough it’s going to be?” Megan asked in a quiet voice. “How long before we see each other again?”

“I’m absolutely certain,” Chaz affi rmed. “I meant what I said, Megan. I know how incredibly diffi cult it’s going to be to have a relationship with you, with all the strikes against it. But I feel something for you that I’ve never felt before. I have to try to see where that can lead. I will always regret it if I don’t.”

Megan sighed. “I’m glad. It’s the same for me, Chaz. I want to do whatever it takes. Even if it’s a long while until we can truly be together the way we want to be.”

“We’re sure going to become extremely patient people, I think,”

Chaz said.

“Or experts at phone sex,” Megan answered wryly.

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