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found Sophie going around the tables lighting candles. She looked up as I entered and smiled widely.
    "Hi, honey, good to see you again. Chaise is in the office. Why don't you go on through. I'm sure she'll be pleased to see you.” She pointed over her shoulder toward the back of the room.
    "Thanks, Sophie.” I headed for the office, my pulse fluttering like a nervous bird, and when I reached the door I raised my hand and knocked hesitantly.
    "C'mon in.” Just the sound of her voice was enough to make my skin tingle. I pushed open the door and stepped into the small office. Chaise looked up from the paperwork spread out on the desk, and when she saw me her face lit up in a smile that settled all my nerves and told me without a word that she had missed me as much as I had missed her. She got up from her seat, rounded the desk and pulled me into a tight hug.
    "God, you are a sight for sore eyes.” She looked at me like she hadn't seen me for three years instead of three days, then lowered her head and touched her lips to mine. I leaned into the kiss and sighed my pleasure. It was a soft kiss, and I sensed that Chaise was holding back so as not to push me too hard. But the truth was, I wanted to be pushed, just a little bit. I raised a hand and wrapped it around the back of her neck, pressed closer and opened my mouth just enough to run my tongue along her bottom lip. She let out a little moan, and her lips parted. The tip of her tongue touched mine, and I gasped as pleasure zinged my brain. Any reservations I might have had vanished in an instant. I coaxed her tongue into my mouth and sucked on it, felt her hands tighten in the material of my sweater at my back. When one of her hands slid down and cupped my ass, I had to pull away and drag in a breath. I looked at her, my breasts heaving with the effort of breathing, my body hot with raw sexual need. Her gray eyes were nearly black, and her eyelids looked heavy, her cheeks flushed.
    She raised a hand and ran her thumb over my bottom lip. “Hungry?” Her voice was lower than normal, a little husky.
    "Yes.” The word came out like a hiss, and I lowered my eyes to her mouth; her lips parted and puffy from the kiss.
    Her mouth turned up in a smile. “I mean for food."
    A few days before I would have blushed and stuttered, now, however, I snickered and laid my forehead on her shoulder. “That would be good too."
    She laughed and hugged me again. I already felt so at home in her arms. When she pulled away she linked our fingers together and we left the office together. Chaise called out to Sophie, pointed up, and at Sophie's nod she led me to a door tucked away in the corner with a sign hanging on it reading Private. Chaise unlocked the door, ushered me through and locked it behind us. We climbed a flight of narrow stairs that opened onto a big, open plan apartment. The natural brick walls were decorated with framed photographs and fabric hangings. Three sofas, festooned with cushions of all shapes, colors and fabrics were grouped together around a round, glass topped coffee table in the center of the room, and rugs that looked hand woven were scattered around the hardwood floor. At the far end, under a set of wide arched windows, was a long counter that clearly designated the kitchen area.
    I turned to Chaise. “It's lovely—you live here?"
    She smiled and nodded. “It's convenient for work. Why don't you have a seat while I go and change, then we can go out for something to eat?"
    I sat down on one of the big, comfy sofas and looked up at her, surprised. “We're going out?"
    Still holding my hand, she grinned. “I would love to cook something for you, but I'd rather we didn't spend the rest of the evening in the emergency room. My culinary skills leave a little to be desired. I know a great little place on the river.” She touched her lips to my knuckles before letting my hand go.
    I looked down at myself. “I'm not really dressed for going out."
    "Actually, what