but failed miserably when Chandra was unable to respond with anything more than one-syllable words.
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She could feel the heat from Garrett's body as they were pressed tightly in the small area. She avoided making eye contact with him, afraid she would break out in tears if he blinked at her. It had been so long since she had seen him . . . only one day on the calendar, but to her it seemed a lifetime.
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''Are you from here, Chandra?" Jill tried once again, completely unaware of the agony Chandra was suffering.
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"Originally, but I've lived in Kansas City for the last three years."
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As she spoke Garrett stared down at his drink, one long finger absently making lazy, wet circles on the outside of his glass. Her eyes were drawn immediately to the slow, easy motion. Watching the play of his hand reminded her of the times he had caressed her in sweet seduction, exploring her body with his hands, then how in a frenzied burst of desire his mouth would take their place. He had never hurried with her. He always made the union between them a sharing, loving experience. Chandra remembered the last night they had been together. Garrett had made love to her numerous times during the night, each time as thrilling and passionate as the time before. They had lain awake the last time until early morning, kissing and holding each other, whispering things lovers whisper to each other after a night of love.
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"I love Kansas City," Jill said brightly. "I had a boyfriend who lived there once. Are you just home for the holidays?"
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"Say, it looks as if everyone needs their glasses filled again," Phillip broke in, raising his hand for the waitress.
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"Nothing for me," Chandra said hurriedly. "Don't you think we should be going now, Phillip?"
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"Just one more drink. We're walking," he explained to the other two at the table.
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"I'll have another bloody mary," Jill said, more than content to stay where she was.
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