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boots and drank him in slowly as her eyes roamed up his body. When she finally got to his face, she heard him chuckling and snapped out of the trance.
     
    “Like what you see?” he asked her with an ear to ear grin.
     
    “Um, sorry?” was all she could get out while blushing forty shades of red. “Please come in. I was making us something to eat. I hope you’re hungry, because I’m starving. Made enough for both of us.”
     
    “Actually, I am hungry and yes, I would love to join you,” he replied, but Chance totally heard a completely different meaning in his words. They said, “hungry for her,” and she blushed again.
     
    “I made tuna salad. I don’t know if you even like the stuff, but I was thinking light and easy”
     
    “I’m not a picky eater and I’ve yet to turn any kind of food away,” he said following her into the kitchen.
     
    Chance smiled at him while handing him his drink and their hands touched for a brief second. Gasping, Chance felt sparks leap between their hands. It traveled all the way from her fingers to her core and it made her instantly wet with desire. Confused and blushing again, she used the food as an excuse to turn away and gather her wits. What the hell was that? Get a grip, Chance! You don’t even know the man and you’re ready to jump his bones? Pulling herself under control, Chance turned back with the plates. She led Sylas over to the kitchen table and set them down.
     
    Sylas asked her what he could do to help and she pointed him to the silverware and napkins. She sat down when he finished and joined her.
     
    “You look beautiful today, Chance. But, you don’t look like you’re planning on riding a bike today. Change your mind about going?”
     
    “No, actually I hope you don’t mind, but I thought maybe we could go in my Jeep. You can drive if you want.”
     
    “I’d love to and don’t mind at all. Did your meeting go well?”
     
    “Yes, it went really well actually. I can’t wait for my plans to be finished,” she replied smiling at him.
     
    “Care to tell me about it? I’d really like to get to know you better, Chance. It seems Jack and I did most of the talking the other night and I know less about you, than you know about me.” Sylas returned her smile and his posture exuded genuine interest.
     
    Chance relaxed. Sylas didn’t feel like a threat to her and it felt right somehow that he was here with her. For the first time in her life she felt like she could share her interests with another person other than Gus, and feel no fear of reprisal. They spent the next hour eating, with Sylas listening as Chance told him about the property and her plans for it. She kept some parts of the plans secret, feeling the need to keep some of it private, by generalizing a lot. She didn’t want a friendship centered on her newfound wealth. She needed to know that his interest was real and not materialistic. Sylas chimed in at all the right moments, added his own thoughts and she began to feel a bond of friendship growing.
     
    They cleaned up their lunch and Chance handed him the keys to her Jeep. As they rode, Chance contemplated this enigma called Sylas. The friendship exuded possibilities of much more if she wanted it. The problem was if she was ready for more and all that it implied. More meant complete trust in someone else. It meant trusting someone else with her heart, the same heart with years of walls built around it. Trusting someone that much would take a lot of time. She didn’t think anyone with any sense about them would stick around long enough for her to heal her soul. Besides, did she really want them to?
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 9
     
    Sylas decided he would have to look into getting a Jeep after the first couple of miles. With the top off and the doors removed it was almost as freeing as riding on his Harley. Keyword… almost. Chance was