idea。 Let"s take the bike。〃 〃I have a better idea；〃 he countered； pulling the neck of his turtleneck away from his skin。 〃Let"s change into cooler things。 I hadn"t expected it would get so warm。〃 Assuming that his clothes were still at Lee"s house； she felt generous。 〃Okay。 You go back and change。 I"ll just sit here and…hey！ What are you doing？〃 It was pretty obvious； actually。 With a fast tug he freed his sweater from his jeans； crisscrossed his arms； and smoothly whipped the black turtleneck over his head and off。 Never； ever； would Chloe forget that moment when； muscles stretched； his chest came into view。 Lightly bronzed； with a liberal hazing of hair that tapered toward his navel； it was a solid wall of hard； glorious flesh。 Her mouth went dry。 She could only stare。 〃My bags are right here；〃 he replied； retrieving a soft leather duffel from beside the sofa。 Long arms pulled at the duffel"s zipper。 Deft fingers exchanged the sweater for a lighter； short…sleeved jersey。 He quickly drew it over his head。 Once more Chloe trembled as that body stretched； flexed； then settled back down； mercifully covered again。 Ross grinned。 〃There。 Easy enough。 Do you need to change or anything？ Are you cool enough？〃 Chloe didn"t think she would ever be cool enough again。 〃Uh； I"m fine。〃 She cleared her throat awkwardly； turning and escaping to the wide open spaces without any further attempt at wit。 And she had suggested taking the bike！ They would be better off swimming。 They might not get to any store； but they would have a barrel of much…needed cold water between them！ But too late。 He was at her heels as she led the way to the side shed that housed her motorbike。 〃You drive this yourself？〃 Ross asked； eyeing the small vehicle with something short of trust。 〃Sure；〃 she said； praying that he not hear her breathlessness and guess its cause。 〃It"s great for the fresh air； uses practically no gas； and does much less by way of pollution than my car。〃 She paused。 〃Unless you"d feel safer…〃 〃No。 No。 I"m game。 Don"t forget…of the two of us； I"m the original hippie。〃 Chloe drove with Ross straddling the seat behind her； and it was totally traumatic。 He was near； so near。 His arms were locked about her waist； his body tucked against hers。 Even the October breeze whipping by did nothing to relieve the intimacy of the trip。 When he spoke； it was a nibble at her ear。 A nibble？ Had he really done that@r was it a product of her overworked imagination？ Indifference。 Uh…huh。 The road they traveled was one she covered daily。 Its sides were edged with maples and oaks； grown ripe and mellow now； on the verge of bursting into autumn flame。 Fields sprawled to the right； wooded pastureland to the left。 Ahead undulated a path to Sakon Point； the very tip of the finger of land on which Little pton sat just across the bay from Newport。 If Ross was aware of the havoc his nearness wreaked on her； he kept his smugness in check。 Once； in a gesture of soft intimacy； he released her waist to gather her hair together in his hands； twist the long fall once； and tuck it inside the back of her shirt。 〃The better to see the town；〃 he murmured wickedly。 He had to know that her neck tingled from the touch of those fingers； her ear from the brush of his breath； so much so that she was oblivious to much of their surroundings。 When at last they reached the wharf； with its graceful fleet of pleasure craft； she was almost sorry。 The intimacy had been nice。 She was strangely torn。 Not so Ross。 〃Ah！ There"s a place that looks like it"ll fit the bill。 Can we eat there？〃 The ultimate humiliation had to be being bested by a restaurant。 Apparently the way to a man"s heart was through his stomach after all。 But then； Chloe wanted no part of Ross"s heart。 The restaurant could have him。 She smiled； pleased to have so neatly talked herself sane。 〃If you"re really hungry； this is the place to be。〃 Ross was really hungry。 He was game to sample most anything and everything； from clam fritters to little necks on the half shell to swordfish puffs； a specially of the house。 Chloe savored his enthusiasm； taking pride in pointing out the small groups of local fishermen on the pier arduously scraping barnacles off tall…stacked lobster traps。 The bright yellow of their rubber overalls was a bit of sunshine stolen from the sky； adding a spark to the otherwise sleepy air of the harbor。 It was； all in all； a peaceful lunch； filled with good food； thirst…quenching beer； and conversation that stuck to the more general； less personal topic of travels； foreign ports； and favorite hideaways。 〃The ocean is beautiful；〃 Ross admitted at one point； 〃but I still prefer the mountains。 There"s nothing more lovely than that feeling of seclusion you get in a small cabin tucked into a neat cleft； with stretches and stretches of piggybacked hills to keep the world at bay。〃 〃Then you"ve never been on the beach on a foggy morning；〃 Chloe returned softly。 〃It"s like being in a gentle white cocoon； with the solace of knowing that humanity is near； yet out of sight and sound for as long as the mist should choose。〃 〃You like New England。〃 〃do。〃 〃You"ll be staying here？〃 〃I will。〃 He sighed good…naturedly。 〃Then we"d better get you to the market or you won"t make it through the week； much less the winter。〃 On that fortable note； they left the restaurant； spending leisurely moments wandering along the breakwater before returning to the bike。 〃I"ll drive this time；〃 Ross said with an arched brow and a palm out for the keys。 Chloe was only too glad to relinquish the responsibility。 Seated fortably behind Ross； she was more in control of her emotions。 What she hadn"t counted on was the broad expanse of his back； the sense of contentment that flowed through her as the wind rushed freely through her hair； the gentle fatigue that a night of little sleep； a morning of busy work； and a frill stomach had induced。 Indifference had no place here。 Without a care to the wisdom of the move； she wrapped her arms about his middle and laid her cheek against his back。 It was heave