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The earth dropped out from under her feet. That made-up name from her past sounded so foreign and yet so sexy flowing from his lips. As hard as she tried, she just couldn’t open her mouth to utter a single sound. She clung to the straps of her purse as if they were her life-line.
He moved closer, his posture relaxed and easy. The scent of Irish Spring soap surrounded her and brought back the memory of them showering together. A shaft of desire thrust through her.
She shifted uncomfortably and held her breath.
“It is you, isn’t it?” The pitch of his voice rose. His eyes softened and his mouth curved into a smile, sending her thoughts into a backward somersault.
The man physically dominated her five foot, five inch frame. Chaz was well over six feet of pure male sex appeal. She raised her head to look up at his face. Her mind raced searching for an intelligent response.
“Ummmm,” she hummed and mustered up what she believed to be a reassuring smile, then forced herself to think past the anxiety that turned her mute. “Chaz?” she croaked.
He flashed his mega-watt smile. It was the same smile he’d seduced her with so long ago. But just now, as she looked at him, it seemed like yesterday.
“Yes, it’s me,” he responded, giving her a grin that curled her toes inside her tight boots.
“Unbelievable.” The thought escaped her barely parted lips.
“I was thinking the same thing. How great is this?”
Great? This was freakin horrible. Her worst nightmare had come true. "Yea, great," she whispered hoping he didn’t sense the nervousness in her voice.
“Who would have ever thought we’d meet again after what, four—”
“No, it was a little over five years ago,” she interjected, relieved she’d found her voice.
“Five years? Was it that long ago?
“Yes, it was,” she nodded knowing all to well how many precious years had flown by.
“It was October, almost Halloween. We were both buying costumes,” he answered staring beyond her, as if savoring the memory.
She could tell by the ridiculous smile on his face and the gleam in those dazzling blue eyes what he was remembering. She flushed with embarrassment.
“Do you still have your kitty-cat costume?” His eyes anxiously held hers, waiting for a response.