at least once before her death such a short time later。
The long ponytail bobbed against her neck as Chloe jogged on the beach。
Indian summer had e to Rhode Island; bringing bright sun and a heat
that was unusual for mid…October。 She wasnt about to plain; though。
All too soon her daily run would require a sweat suit; hat; and gloves。
Now she delighted in the freedom of shorts and tank top; which allowed
her arms and legs to breathe。 The sweat that dotted her brow trickled
across her temple and down along her hairline。 It glistened on her skin;
adding glow。
It had been two weeks since she had seen Ross Stephenson; two weeks
since his presence had stunned her。 He had a way of doing that; she
mused; as she dodged a piece of driftwood that had washed up on the
beach。 The slap of her sneakers on the wet sand evened out。
Eleven years before; Ross had scored a coup; conquering her mind and
body within hours。 Their encounter two weeks ago had been under vastly
different circumstances; but it was nearly as devastating。
The physical attraction between them hadnt diminished。 If anything; it
was more awesome than before; if her recollection of that kiss in the
Wayward Sailors kitchen was correct。 He had to have known how he would
affect her; which made his disappearance the next morning all the more
unforgivable。
Chloe hadnt known what to expect…whether Ross would wake her or meet
her downstairs for breakfast。 She had assumed that; at the very least;
he would drive her back to her car。 But a maid had awakened her at
seven; putting a pot of fresh coffee and a plate of sweet rolls on the
small stand by her bed before scurrying back out; and when Chloe reached
the front desk; she learned that Ross had already checked out。
She was immediately disappointed; then annoyed with herself It was
better this way。 She was too vulnerable; if the previous nights kiss
meant anything。 Ross made her feel beautiful things; things she didnt
deserve。
She was alive。 That was enough。 She reasoned that it was far better that
he should be gone from her life。
When the day manager had handed her Rosss note; though; she was livid。
〃Chloe;〃 he had scrawled in a bold hand; 〃Had to leave to catch the
early plane。 Your car is taken care of Someone from the inn will take
you there。〃 It was signed; 〃Love; Ross。〃 and was punctuated with a
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