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sleeping bag piled alongside the trail. Another solitary traveler.
    Women hiked all the time, often alone, and he’d never had the urge to track one down before. Not in the US, or the Swiss Alps or Tibet. Why now?
    He knew why.
    A cold breeze rattled the late summer Aspens, a reminder that winter would come soon. Another month and these altitudes would be deep in snow, the trees and wildlife hunkered down to wait for the return of spring.
    “So how was Europe?”
    He didn’t want to talk about the past—well, not the Julia past. He found more interest in how to get her shirt off without her smacking him. His gaze dipped to her breasts, just as full as he’d seen at first glance.
    “We have unfinished business.”
    Like learning if she still went without a bra.
    “Do we?” Michaela sat up straight, her back against the rough bark of an evergreen, hands flat on the ground at her sides, ready to push her to her feet.
    Unsure how much time he had here, wondering if she’d send him away, he looked his fill. Unlike Julia, she’d taken no actions against the ravages of time. The laugh lines he’d noticed before bracketed her mouth, crinkled the corners of her eyes. She’d probably never heard of Botox. Or a surgery that froze beauty in a cold and artificial way. Yet her true loveliness had ripened into something more. Something that made him yearn to spill his heart, to invite her into his sleeping bag where he could lie next to her naked body and touch her in ways that would leave her panting his name, begging her to fuck him.
    If she still wanted to.
    His breath stuttered, his heart pounding in a way the altitude never caused anymore. Maybe lack of blood in his head made him dizzy. Her wary expression made him fear a wrong move would send her flying down the trail.
    Shifting his pack from his shoulders, he rummaged inside for his fleece-lined sweatshirt and dragged it over his head. The garment had accompanied him to more peaks than he could count, and its soft, worn folds helped restore his confidence. He’d earned the glare she sent his way. But he sure as hell wanted to know what pleasure would shift it into ecstasy, to know if she looked the way he imagined when she came.
    She’d dumped him, disappeared on the last day of camp without a good-bye, leaving him to return to school, to bury his loneliness in Julia’s company until, before he knew it, he found himself married and successful.
    As he’d always intended, as far from the hippie commune life his mother embraced as possible. What kind of woman named her son Valiant anyway? One who never took into account the beatings the name would bring.
     
    Unfinished business?
    He’d managed to finish their business pretty well after that final night in the mountains. Despite her rising irritation Michaela couldn’t take her hungry gaze from his handsome face or stop the throbbing in her pussy. The hazel eyes she remembered so well sat under groomed brows. Was his once-ebony hair the same color now? The woolen cap pulled down over his forehead hid it. He still wore it short, then. But the intensity of those eyes hadn’t changed. Her nipples hardened under his appraising gaze. Her fingers itched to trace the lines of his cheeks, to feel the roughness of the beard scruff on his cheeks, to learn the lines of his muscular chest, his flat belly….
    His lips drew her like a magnet. Firm, set but with a sensuousness time hadn’t done a thing to erase. Kisses…he’d been the best kisser ever. Poor Silas had been sweet and warm but couldn’t hope to compete with the masterful skill of a man whose lips had branded her skin wherever they’d touched. Who had captured her girlish heart and left it to bleed when he went off to live the life he wanted.
    With the wife he wanted.
    His utter disgust at his hippy mother’s lifestyle had sent him flying in the opposite direction. To preppy clothes and Julia. The perfect wife.
    He’s married.
    She shook off lustful thoughts and