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Great looking, super nice, sexy as the devil - with a company waiting for him, no less! He could
undoubtedly date any girl on campus, and that realization boggled her mind. She'd get her heart broken, if
she didn't watch out. Guys like Tony ended up with sweet innocent girls. Her roommate, Carolyn, for
example. Never girls like Brittany.
**
Tony stopped in the middle of the block and looked around. How had he gotten this far from campus?

The answer was a peculiar combination of sexual frustration and exhilaration he'd never felt before. And
it was all Brittany's fault - except he wasn't sure fault was the right word.

Sure, she'd turned that goodnight kiss into the single most sensual experience he'd had in his whole life.
And then, just when he'd been about to suggest going for a drive - all the way to the nearest place to
park - she said they were moving way too fast.

But he could have changed her mind without much trouble. She might have said the words, but she was
just as turned on as he was.

The truth of the matter was that he didn't mind waiting. He and Brittany already had a connection he'd
never felt with anyone else, something that went way beyond the physical. Rushing her into sex would be
almost sacrilegious.

And that, his body reminded him, was a damn shame. She could have been created with every one of his
hot buttons in mind. Those long sandy curls that fell almost to her waist. A mouth that was made for
kissing. And lush but firm breasts.

He was in for some torture, but fifty or a hundred years from now, he'd be glad he waited.

CHAPTER ONE
March, Fifteen Years Later

Brittany set the tray on the table next to Michael and picked up half of her grilled cheese sandwich. She'd
eat while she got their clothes ready. When she heard a commercial come on, she asked, "Which tie do
you want to wear today?"

He laughed rudely. "You know the answer. I want to sit here and watch TV, and I don't need a tie for
that." He picked up his sandwich and bit off a big chunk.

She sighed. "But we promised to go to Carolyn's wedding this afternoon . . ." That sounded awfully close
to whining and she knew very well that whining wasn't the way to deal with Michael. Offering a bribe
would be more effective. "And I was thinking - we could stay overnight in Portland. The reception'll be
over early, so we could go to a club or a movie or something fun like that."

"Oh, right. You forget I've been reading the Portland papers for the past three months, looking for some
halfway decent entertainment. About the best thing was some road company of a Broadway show we
saw five years ago, and that was weeks ago."

Why did he have to be so picky? She was sure there were plenty of places in a city the size of Portland
where they could spend an enjoyable evening. "There's a great bookstore downtown. You'd enjoy going
there, wouldn't you?"