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her own head.
ACROSS THE LAWN, only a football field away, Taylor sat in her room, the remote in her
hand stopping on HBO. A madman with a knife was chasing Neve Campbell through a big house,
toppling furniture and breaking knick-knacks. Taylor ran a hand through her still-wet hair, and
pulled the covers up around her, chilled from her shower. What the hell was she supposed to
do about this?
She'd never had such as aching attraction to anybody in her life, and she was at an absolute
loss over how to deal with it.
It was pretty clear to her that Melanie was straight. Or was it? She'd thrown the word out
there for Melanie to jump on, actually referring to her as a straight person, but she hadn't
bitten. That didn't mean anything, of course. She'd only know Taylor a couple days. Why on
earth would she suddenly blurt out something as personal as her sexual preference? On the
other hand, she knew Taylor was gay, so she had to realize she was in friendly territory.
She'd had lunch with Ben. Taylor grimaced. She hated that this little fact bothered her so
much. So, they had lunch. So what?
Didn't mean anything. Of course, there was the tiny little fact that Ben Rhodes had known
Melanie for all of fifteen minutes before he'd asked her to lunch. That definitely meant he
was interested. She swallowed hard, knowing that it would be very difficult for her if Ben and
Melanie began seeing each other.
She lives in Chicago, for Christ's sake. She's not going to be "seeing" either of you. Jesus, Rhodes, get a grip.
On that not-so-pleasant note, she pushed all thoughts of Melanie Larson as far away as
possible, and concentrated on the screen, hoping two hours of Neve would take her mind off
this mess.
Chapter Eight
MELANIE WAS PERFECTLY content, her head resting against the seat, sun warming her face,
Taylor at her side. She stole a glance at her companion, who was tapping the steering wheel to
the Latin beat of the Ricky Martin tune on the radio. Tapping it with those hands. Melanie
caught her bottom lip between her teeth. She let her gaze wander down to the smooth,
muscular legs, up to the khaki shorts, and indigo long-sleeved henley. Her dark hair was down
again, much to Melanie's delight, and round, black-framed sunglasses hid her eyes. The warm,
musky scent she wore floated to Melanie's nostrils, and she breathed deeply, thoroughly
enjoying it.
They had exited the expressway, and were now cruising through the city. "This is a pretty
good time, with rush hour being just about over. You don't want to be driving around here at
five o'clock." She made a left, and pointed out the window. "This is Frontier Field. It's only a couple years old. We have a minor league baseball team, the Red Wings, that play here. I'm
not a big baseball fan, but it's fun to go to the games."
"I played softball in high school, but I can't seem to get through an entire baseball game on
TV. Bores me to tears."
"Me, too," Taylor laughed. "There's no earthly reason a simple baseball game should take four hours."
Melanie adjusted her sun visor. "It's been just gorgeous out. Is the weather always this nice
here?"
"Ha!" Taylor spat. "You, young lady, must be a good luck charm, because Rochester weather sucks much of the time. The summer's not too bad, although it can get awfully hot. And the
winter? Ugh. Nasty."
Taylor had turned down a narrow, quiet street, and found a parking spot. "Feel like walking a
bit?"
"Sure. I'm up for anything you can dish out."
Taylor slid a glance her way, a challenging sparkle in her eye.
Melanie swallowed, but was surprised to find herself returning the look with one of her own.
Taylor arched an eyebrow questioningly, then smiled. "Come on."
God, it's fun to flirt with her, Melanie thought.
They walked down a wide sidewalk, Taylor pointing at different buildings. "This is called High
Falls. It used to be a very rundown, not-so-safe part of town, but our mayor has been working
really hard to
ACROSS THE LAWN, only a football field away, Taylor sat in her room, the remote in her
hand stopping on HBO. A madman with a knife was chasing Neve Campbell through a big house,
toppling furniture and breaking knick-knacks. Taylor ran a hand through her still-wet hair, and
pulled the covers up around her, chilled from her shower. What the hell was she supposed to
do about this?
She'd never had such as aching attraction to anybody in her life, and she was at an absolute
loss over how to deal with it.
It was pretty clear to her that Melanie was straight. Or was it? She'd thrown the word out
there for Melanie to jump on, actually referring to her as a straight person, but she hadn't
bitten. That didn't mean anything, of course. She'd only know Taylor a couple days. Why on
earth would she suddenly blurt out something as personal as her sexual preference? On the
other hand, she knew Taylor was gay, so she had to realize she was in friendly territory.
She'd had lunch with Ben. Taylor grimaced. She hated that this little fact bothered her so
much. So, they had lunch. So what?
Didn't mean anything. Of course, there was the tiny little fact that Ben Rhodes had known
Melanie for all of fifteen minutes before he'd asked her to lunch. That definitely meant he
was interested. She swallowed hard, knowing that it would be very difficult for her if Ben and
Melanie began seeing each other.
She lives in Chicago, for Christ's sake. She's not going to be "seeing" either of you. Jesus, Rhodes, get a grip.
On that not-so-pleasant note, she pushed all thoughts of Melanie Larson as far away as
possible, and concentrated on the screen, hoping two hours of Neve would take her mind off
this mess.
Chapter Eight
MELANIE WAS PERFECTLY content, her head resting against the seat, sun warming her face,
Taylor at her side. She stole a glance at her companion, who was tapping the steering wheel to
the Latin beat of the Ricky Martin tune on the radio. Tapping it with those hands. Melanie
caught her bottom lip between her teeth. She let her gaze wander down to the smooth,
muscular legs, up to the khaki shorts, and indigo long-sleeved henley. Her dark hair was down
again, much to Melanie's delight, and round, black-framed sunglasses hid her eyes. The warm,
musky scent she wore floated to Melanie's nostrils, and she breathed deeply, thoroughly
enjoying it.
They had exited the expressway, and were now cruising through the city. "This is a pretty
good time, with rush hour being just about over. You don't want to be driving around here at
five o'clock." She made a left, and pointed out the window. "This is Frontier Field. It's only a couple years old. We have a minor league baseball team, the Red Wings, that play here. I'm
not a big baseball fan, but it's fun to go to the games."
"I played softball in high school, but I can't seem to get through an entire baseball game on
TV. Bores me to tears."
"Me, too," Taylor laughed. "There's no earthly reason a simple baseball game should take four hours."
Melanie adjusted her sun visor. "It's been just gorgeous out. Is the weather always this nice
here?"
"Ha!" Taylor spat. "You, young lady, must be a good luck charm, because Rochester weather sucks much of the time. The summer's not too bad, although it can get awfully hot. And the
winter? Ugh. Nasty."
Taylor had turned down a narrow, quiet street, and found a parking spot. "Feel like walking a
bit?"
"Sure. I'm up for anything you can dish out."
Taylor slid a glance her way, a challenging sparkle in her eye.
Melanie swallowed, but was surprised to find herself returning the look with one of her own.
Taylor arched an eyebrow questioningly, then smiled. "Come on."
God, it's fun to flirt with her, Melanie thought.
They walked down a wide sidewalk, Taylor pointing at different buildings. "This is called High
Falls. It used to be a very rundown, not-so-safe part of town, but our mayor has been working
really hard to
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