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dismay.
    â€œOh, my. I’ve got to run. My flight...I have to check on it. Thanks for the coffee,” she added, holding out her hand. It was only polite, she told herself. It had nothing to do with the fact that she wanted to touch him, to see if those strong fingers of his were as warm as she remembered. They were. Warm as a sunbeam and a thousand times as stimulating. Electric tingles went racing along her spine.
    â€œYou’re welcome, bright eyes,” he said softly, releasing her hand only after several impossibly long seconds.
    Freed from his touch, Lindsay ran, forcing herself to concentrate on her need to catch this damnable flight to Denver, rather than the confusing feelings about the all-too-fleeting touch that had turned her blood to warm honey.
    â€œHey,” he shouted after her, halting her in midstep as she raced along the concourse. When she looked back, he grinned and gave her another one of those lazy, enticing winks that tumbled her heart straight down to her toes. “We’ll have dessert another time.”
    She reached the gate just in time to hearthe announcement that the flight to Denver had been canceled. She wanted to pound her fist into something and, quite possibly, to scream. Very loudly. Instead, frazzled nerves and all, she waited dutifully in line to find a booking on another flight.
    While she was waiting, she realized that she still had no idea who her intriguing, mysterious stranger might be. Bumping into him once was sheer, heart-thumping good luck. Crossing paths with him again had been incredible, blood-sizzling coincidence. But the odds against her ever seeing him again must be astronomical. No, she decided sadly, there would be no dessert.
    But, she thought as a soft smile tilted her lips, the main course had been the stuff of fantasies.

CHAPTER TWO
    â€œW hat do you mean you can’t get me another flight tonight?” Lindsay snapped irritably at the harried clerk behind the ticket counter, then winced at her unreasonable tone.
    Just because she was exhausted and frustrated beyond belief was no excuse for taking it out on this poor woman, whose eyes seemed to be glazing over at the prospect of dealing with the long line of equally frustrated, nasty-tempered people behind Lindsay. She did not envy the ticket agent thehours she’d spend trying to satisfy all of these people who’d planned to spend a nice, relaxing weekend skiing, not standing around in an airport battling for seat space. At least she’d been near the front of the line. If anyone got a seat, she would, but the outlook appeared dim and much as she hated the whole idea of this trip, she was doomed to make it. She wanted to get it over with tonight, not tomorrow.
    She took a deep, calming breath. “I have to be in Denver before morning on business,” she explained in a more civilized tone. “Please. You have to get me on the next flight.”
    â€œI’m sorry, Miss Tabor,” the flustered agent said, punching frantically at the computer keys as though that might make a seat materialize. “There’s only one more scheduled flight for later tonight and there’s not a single coach seat left on it.”
    â€œWhat about first class?” Lindsay asked with a sigh.
    She’d always resisted the temptation to buy first-class tickets, especially on these shorter trips. It seemed an absolute waste of the company’s money, even though Langston Studioscould probably afford to buy its own airlines. But tonight was an emergency created specifically by Trent Langston! That alone was motivation enough to buy a first-class ticket.
    On top of that, she deserved a little pampering for a change. This was her fifth flight this week, and considering how she felt about flying in the first place, it felt more like her fiftieth. It was nearly midnight already. She hadn’t slept soundly in her own bed for days, and the last decent meal she’d had—or