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Sir:
Until I know who and what I'm dealing with, I never go
into anything except on my own terms. You now have the option with the
original card of taking it or leaving it! I believe you did mention no
signature was necessary!
She snatched up the card, pulled an apple from the
refrigerator and climbed back into the car. She was going to drive
downtown to the post office now.
Hang Rafe Chancellor
, Lacey thought,
trying to keep him out of her mind the rest of that day and the next.
When she arrived home at lunch the following day, she found a new note
from Rafe.
Dear Miss Lacey Adams,
I accept your invitation to meet you. Unfortunately,
business is taking me out of town today and for most of the coming
week. On Saturday evening of next week, a car and driver will arrive at
your door to pick you up for a very exciting date beginning at seven P.M.
Your newfound gentleman friend,
Rafe
The nerve
, Lacey thought, reading the
latest note. The absolute nerve of the man—leaving town just
when he had her curiosity at a fever pitch. She ought not to go, she
thought, tapping the latest missive against her thumb.
But she knew she would, just out of curiosity. Besides,
she shouldn't complain when she had been going to have to tell him she
had business herself in Atlanta on Monday. Damn him for being two jumps
ahead of her at every turn—and they still hadn't even met.
Chapter Four
Rafe Chancellor strode through the Atlanta airport with
his saddlebags slung over his shoulder and his Stetson low over his
eyes. The contacts he had made the last three days would set the tone
for his business for the next six months to a year, possibly longer,
depending on how serious the Georgia investors were about the
marketability of a cruise line based on their coast.
He pulled his ticket for the flight home to Biloxi out of
the pocket of his denim vest and handed them to the airline
representative for his boarding pass and seat assignment.
"Good morning, sir," the girl said, looking up at his
six-foot-two frame, made taller with the toe-capped suede boots he wore.
" 'Morning, ma'am," he responded, smiling at her pert,
attractive appearance. "Beautiful day for flying, isn't it?"
She smiled and turned to look out the wide windows behind
the desk. "It looks that way. I hope the weather holds."
"Do you have a forecast?" he asked, thinking she would
still look attractive, but not nearly as polished, without the heavy
makeup. It looked like makeup—just a little too unnatural.
"Gulfport/Biloxi," she answered, "reporting overcast
skies, visibility of five miles. Nothing too serious to fly into, but
not the kind of day you'd like to spend sitting on a beach."
"No."
She looked up at him, and her smile widened as she handed
back the ticket for a window seat in the smoking section. "I don't
guess that would bother you too much. You don't look like a beach
person."
His eyes answered her assessment with a twinkle. "You got
that right, ma'am." He readjusted the weight of his saddlebags and
touched the tip of his hat to her as he moved aside to let her handle
the next person in line. It never worked to get something started with
someone in her position. It would be too transient an affair in spite
of the amount of time he spent in Atlanta on business.
He was more interested in developing a relationship, not
necessarily a marriage again, but something more lasting than a
one-night stand every few months. The problem was, the kind of woman
who challenged him and met his standards didn't seem to exist where he
was living. Of course, he hadn't met Lacey Adams yet.
According to what George had told him about her, she
sounded like she might fit into the "interesting" category. Then again,
George's ideas on the subject could differ greatly from his own. He
could judge a person only to a degree on hearsay. Then he had to
evaluate according to his own tastes. He had seen an article about
Lacey Adams in the newspaper a few weeks before George had
Until I know who and what I'm dealing with, I never go
into anything except on my own terms. You now have the option with the
original card of taking it or leaving it! I believe you did mention no
signature was necessary!
She snatched up the card, pulled an apple from the
refrigerator and climbed back into the car. She was going to drive
downtown to the post office now.
Hang Rafe Chancellor
, Lacey thought,
trying to keep him out of her mind the rest of that day and the next.
When she arrived home at lunch the following day, she found a new note
from Rafe.
Dear Miss Lacey Adams,
I accept your invitation to meet you. Unfortunately,
business is taking me out of town today and for most of the coming
week. On Saturday evening of next week, a car and driver will arrive at
your door to pick you up for a very exciting date beginning at seven P.M.
Your newfound gentleman friend,
Rafe
The nerve
, Lacey thought, reading the
latest note. The absolute nerve of the man—leaving town just
when he had her curiosity at a fever pitch. She ought not to go, she
thought, tapping the latest missive against her thumb.
But she knew she would, just out of curiosity. Besides,
she shouldn't complain when she had been going to have to tell him she
had business herself in Atlanta on Monday. Damn him for being two jumps
ahead of her at every turn—and they still hadn't even met.
Chapter Four
Rafe Chancellor strode through the Atlanta airport with
his saddlebags slung over his shoulder and his Stetson low over his
eyes. The contacts he had made the last three days would set the tone
for his business for the next six months to a year, possibly longer,
depending on how serious the Georgia investors were about the
marketability of a cruise line based on their coast.
He pulled his ticket for the flight home to Biloxi out of
the pocket of his denim vest and handed them to the airline
representative for his boarding pass and seat assignment.
"Good morning, sir," the girl said, looking up at his
six-foot-two frame, made taller with the toe-capped suede boots he wore.
" 'Morning, ma'am," he responded, smiling at her pert,
attractive appearance. "Beautiful day for flying, isn't it?"
She smiled and turned to look out the wide windows behind
the desk. "It looks that way. I hope the weather holds."
"Do you have a forecast?" he asked, thinking she would
still look attractive, but not nearly as polished, without the heavy
makeup. It looked like makeup—just a little too unnatural.
"Gulfport/Biloxi," she answered, "reporting overcast
skies, visibility of five miles. Nothing too serious to fly into, but
not the kind of day you'd like to spend sitting on a beach."
"No."
She looked up at him, and her smile widened as she handed
back the ticket for a window seat in the smoking section. "I don't
guess that would bother you too much. You don't look like a beach
person."
His eyes answered her assessment with a twinkle. "You got
that right, ma'am." He readjusted the weight of his saddlebags and
touched the tip of his hat to her as he moved aside to let her handle
the next person in line. It never worked to get something started with
someone in her position. It would be too transient an affair in spite
of the amount of time he spent in Atlanta on business.
He was more interested in developing a relationship, not
necessarily a marriage again, but something more lasting than a
one-night stand every few months. The problem was, the kind of woman
who challenged him and met his standards didn't seem to exist where he
was living. Of course, he hadn't met Lacey Adams yet.
According to what George had told him about her, she
sounded like she might fit into the "interesting" category. Then again,
George's ideas on the subject could differ greatly from his own. He
could judge a person only to a degree on hearsay. Then he had to
evaluate according to his own tastes. He had seen an article about
Lacey Adams in the newspaper a few weeks before George had
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