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Greyhound Girl

... was surprised at how pleased I was that he would be riding with me all the way to Denver! I had no right or reason to feel that way, with a boyfriend – almost a fiancé – and Coop a virtual stranger. He smiled. “Great, that will give us a chance to get to know each other. With all the stops the schedule says we have about fourteen more hours. We’ll just have to make the most of it, I guess. Tell me about this boyfriend, starting with why all the really hot, sexy women always seem to have one.” I blushed yet again, laughing. For some reason he made me feel like a giddy schoolgirl. “Thank you, Coop, that was very smooth - but I think you just answered your own question, didn’t you?” He laughed that slow, easy laugh again. “I suppose I did, didn’t I? Well, whatever; your guy is a very lucky man, and you can tell him I said so.” “Oh, I tell him that all the time!” We quickly settled into a very relaxed, easy conversation. He was quick-witted, and I enjoyed the playful banter we exchanged as we gradually traded little tidbits and facts about ourselves until we actually felt like we were getting to know each other. I found out that the “crew” he was meeting was a crew of professional smoke-jumpers – specialized firefighters that parachute in to battle remote forest fires, hopefully before they become major blazes – and that this would be his second summer doing that very dangerous job. No wonder he kept himself in such great physical condition! He shared a bag of trail mix with me, ...

... and I gave him my spare water bottle; it wasn’t very cold by this point, but it was wet. We were probably a little over an hour – and one more tiny, depressing town with its own tiny, depressing bus stop – down the road when he stretched and yawned. “Charli, I hope you don’t mind, but I really need to crash for awhile. We were up before dawn so that we could make a couple of training jumps before it got too windy, and I’m whipped.” “No, of course not! You go ahead and sleep, Coop, and I’ll get back to my book.” I held up my Nook. “I can read this without the reading light if it’s is going to bother you.” He chuckled, saying, “No, no problem. Last summer I learned that I needed to sleep whenever I could, and sometimes that was in the weeds alongside a dirt road as trucks rolled by. I think I could probably sleep in the middle of a busy intersection at this point. I need to visit the head though; I’ll be back in a minute.” As he rose to walk to the rear of the bus, to the small bathroom, I noticed again how fluidly he moved; lithe and sinuous like a tiger, all lean grace and economy of motion. I couldn’t help it; I leaned out and watched him walk away, the thin knit of his pants hugging the taut muscles of his perfect ass as they flexed with his stride. God! Was there any thing about this guy that wasn’t going to send electric shocks straight to my libido? I settled back into my seat, holding my book as I waited, wondering why this one lean stranger was so instantly the object ...