at least once before her death such a short time later。
The long ponytail bobbed against her neck as Chloe jogged on the beach。
Indian summer had e to Rhode Island； bringing bright sun and a heat
that was unusual for mid…October。 She wasn't about to plain； though。
All too soon her daily run would require a sweat suit； hat； and gloves。
Now she delighted in the freedom of shorts and tank top； which allowed
her arms and legs to breathe。 The sweat that dotted her brow trickled
across her temple and down along her hairline。 It glistened on her skin；
adding glow。
It had been two weeks since she had seen Ross Stephenson； two weeks
since his presence had stunned her。 He had a way of doing that； she
mused； as she dodged a piece of driftwood that had washed up on the
beach。 The slap of her sneakers on the wet sand evened out。
Eleven years before； Ross had scored a coup； conquering her mind and
body within hours。 Their encounter two weeks ago had been under vastly
different circumstances； but it was nearly as devastating。
The physical attraction between them hadn't diminished。 If anything； it
was more awesome than before； if her recollection of that kiss in the
Wayward Sailor's kitchen was correct。 He had to have known how he would
affect her； which made his disappearance the next morning all the more
unforgivable。
Chloe hadn't known what