Chance Encounter
the path where swimming was encouraged.
    Curious now, Ally moved closer to the water, squinting in the moonlight. There was a small building off to her left, and from what she’d learned from the extensive map Jo had given her, it was a storageshed. Inside would be rafts, canoes, kayaks—all sorts of water equipment.
    An undeniable thrill raced through her, even though she was so sore from shoveling she could hardly move her arms. She could see herself in all that white water, rushing at dizzying speeds, screaming with excitement as she—
    “Don’t even think about it.” A tall shadow stepped in front of her. With a gasp, she leaped backwards and might have fallen right into the river if two big, warm hands hadn’t reached out to steady her.
    “Easy,” Chance said. “I’d hate to have to stand here and watch you drown.”
    She blinked and stared at his wide chest. Her stomach flip-flopped as she slowly raised her gaze past his mouth to his dark blue eyes. “You’d watch me drown rather than jump in and rescue me?”
    He turned his head and studied the icy, rushing water. “Yes.”
    She didn’t doubt him for a minute. “That might be bad publicity.”
    “You weren’t worried about that earlier, when as GM you got yourself good and lost while walking on our easiest trail.”
    “I told you, I wasn’t lost.”
    “You’re sticking to that story, huh?”
    Maybe it was his silky voice, or how the breeze carried the scent of his skin and tossed his hair about his shoulders. That, or the way he still practically held her in an embrace, but in any case, she was off balance.She could feel the heat of him, all that barely contained strength and energy, and it made her shiver.
    At the motion, he skimmed his hands over her arms. “Still haven’t got your high altitude legs yet, I guess.” He shot her a slow, suggestive smile. “I know several ways to combat that.”
    She was certain he did. “I’m…fine.” Coward.
    She felt his warm breath on her cheek and closed her eyes, wondering exactly what he could do to combat her sudden odd dizziness, and if it would involve that incredibly sexy mouth of his.
    “You’ll let me know if you change your mind,” he murmured, and though he dropped his hands from her, he was still far closer than normal conversation dictated.
    It lent an intimacy to their nearness she didn’t know what to do with. “I’m okay.”
    “Sure?”
    She was quite certain whatever he had in mind would only confuse her all the more, especially since the last time she’d seen him he’d been grinding his teeth to nothing, furious that she’d cost him precious time.
    She lifted her hands between them to…what? If she touched his chest—his amazing chest—things would seem all the more cozy.
    And yet she had the oddest urge to do just that. “I’m sure.” But then she tipped her head back so she could see into his… laughing eyes! Hot temper filled her. “You think teasing me with…with sexual favors is funny?” she sputtered.
    “I was offering aspirin. ” He cocked his head and lifted a brow. “And I have to say, I’m shocked at what you were thinking.”
    Now she did use her hands on his chest, to shove him back, but he was built like a solid brick wall. He simply and calmly stepped back on his own. “You know, Prim, I think I was mistaken.” He scratched his chin and grinned. “I thought your eyes were plain gray, but they’ve got a lot of fire to them.”
    As if he cared what color her eyes were, or what made them burn. He had Jo, a woman who, no doubt, did not get lost on a simple trail. “I see you made it back from your second trip up the mountain,” she said through her teeth.
    “Always.”
    “And Brian?”
    His amusement vanished. “Do you think I’d leave him up there?”
    “No,” she said, more than a little surprised at his fierce reaction. “I didn’t think that.”
    “What do you think?”
    That his voice could seduce a nun. That his tall, broad frame

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