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outside his
office door and drew in a deep breath.  How old was she again?  Was it thirty,
twenty or was she a silly teen?  Sadly she was acting like the last of the
three.  And all because she hadn’t seen him in the space of two weeks.
    She picked up her
courage from where it had fallen on the floor and tucked it into her pocket. 
There.  Ready to roll.  She tapped on the door.
    At the sound of his
voice she pushed the door open and entered the now familiar office with its
wide glass windows and impressive view of the city below, the shimmering blue
lake as its backdrop.  Her eyes quickly scanned the expansive room and then
settled on Drake who had been sitting at his desk but was now rising to greet
her. 
    She was pleasantly
surprised to see that today he was more casual than usual, wearing a navy
sports jacket with pale blue shirt open at the collar.  His hair, too, was
different.  He seemed to be growing it longer because today it curled at his
neck in a disturbingly sexy sort of way.  She almost groaned.  Sheer torture.
    Torture that she
couldn’t just drop her briefcase on the floor, walk up to him and reach out to
slide her fingers through that glossy blond hair.  Torture that she couldn’t
grip the back of his head and force it down till those lips met hers in a kiss
so hot and hungry that it would make her forget her own name.  Torture that she
couldn’t shove him back into his chair and…
    Jesus, Meg, get a hold
of yourself.  You’ve been celibate for too long.
    “…feels like it’s been
a month,” he was saying.
    Meg blinked.  “Pardon
me?”
    Drake smiled, a
delectable smile that had her heart speeding up.  “I was saying that it feels
like I haven’t seen you for a month, not just two weeks.”
    A month, he said?  Try
a year.  The way her body was reacting to him it was like she’d been craving
his touch for a long, long time.
    And when he did connect
with her, just to shake her hand, she knew what the romance novels meant when
they said the girl melted at his touch.  Heck, she'd even written that into her
own stories.  Now she knew exactly what it felt like.
    When he let go she sank
gratefully into the chair he’d pulled out for her then, surreptitiously, she
drew in some breaths to clear her head.
    “We’re almost there,”
he said with a smile so warm that it caught her off guard.  So where was the
iceberg that had greeted her those last two meetings?  In its place was a man
so relaxed and cordial and gorgeous that she was having a hard time keeping her
eyes off him.  “After this interview I guess your focus will be on converting
all those notes into a story.”
    “Correct,” she said,
glad he’d started a conversation.  She needed the distraction.  “After today
I’ll be spending the next several weeks working on the first draft.”
    “A lot of work and
creativity,” he said as he gave her a look of admiration.  “Don’t worry.  I
won’t be calling every few days to ask how far along you are.  I’ll just leave
you to do what you do best.”
    Call me, Drake.  Bug
me.  Get on my nerves.  I can deal with anything except your silence.  
“Thank you,” she said quietly.  “I appreciate your understanding.”
    That day, the last of
the interview days – at least for a while – the session went for over an hour
and a half and when she was done Meg closed her notebook and gave Drake a
triumphant smile.  It was mostly triumphant at having completed phase I of the
project but a little wobbly when she recalled that she wouldn’t see Drake that
often anymore…if at all…unless they had to tie up some loose ends.
    She started packing her
papers and books back into the briefcase, wondering how she would say goodbye,
when Drake’s voice stopped her.
    “So what are you and
Jessie doing this weekend?”
    She paused, her papers
halfway into the bag on her lap, and looked up at him.  The question caught her
off guard and she had to stop and think for a