Chapter 1
April 5th 1999, Victor�s POV I glanced out of the window at the white patchwork quilt spreading below for as far as the eye could see. There was something wrong with the situation I found myself in, but I couldn�t put my finger on what. In my mind�s eye, I ran over the events of the past few days. On Thursday, my partner Shae-Lynn Bourne had showed up at my door and breathlessly informed me that we were last minute replacements for Pasha Grishuk and her partner in an ice show Saturday evening. So now, here we were, early Saturday morning, aboard the plane, winging our way to Mexico. Wait a second� Mexico? �Shae-Lynn?� My partner glanced up at me with wide, innocent eyes. The look did not fool me one bit. I�d been skating with Shae for eight years and had long ago stopped falling for that expression. Shae was many things, but innocent was not among them. �Since when do they have skating shows in Mexico?� �How should I know? I�m just a ditzy blonde?� I glared at her and raised an eyebrow. The statement had been an outright lie. Shae-Lynn was not a natural blonde and she certainly wasn�t a ditz. She returned my glare for several seconds and then threw up her hands in defeat. �Fine. I made the show up. Are you happy now?� �No. I still don�t know why.� �What�s the date today Vic?� From her expression, I figured there was something significant I should be remembering, but I couldn�t for the life of my think what. �April 5th �� Shae continued to watch me. I paused as the meaning sank in. �This doesn�t have anything to do with my birthday, does it?� Her giggle was all the answer I required. �This is too much! I can�t even begin to guess how much this is costing you.� �Hey, relax. They�re called frequent flyer miles! And I got a really good deal on the hotel.� �I can�t let you pay for that too!� A somewhat chagrined look crossed my partner�s face. �Well, actually you didn�t.� Shae�s face flushed slightly, but she didn�t lower her gaze. �The down payment was made with your credit card. Besides, I know how much you paid for that diamond necklace.� Shae�s attempt to distract me from her confession failed. �You stole my credit card?!� �Borrowed Vic. I borrowed your credit card. We both needed a vacation and this seemed like a good excuse.� How could a man argue with logic like that? Especially while being captivated by the way the speaker�s gorgeous lips shaped the words. Three hours later, a jolt of turbulence woke me from the sleep I hadn�t meant to fall into. I was deliciously warm. As I went to stretch, I realized why. My partner�s sleeping form lay curled against me, hand resting on my chest and head nestled upon my shoulder. I tried desperately to restrain myself from giving into the urge to inhale her enchanting scent. I failed. �Ah well, no one is perfect.� I muttered. It wasn�t as if I was some obsessed stalker so madly in love with Shae-Lynn that I needed to know what she smelled like. I simply wanted to know whether or not she�d changed shampoos. She hadn�t. My nasal verbose were tickled with the same familiar citrus scent as always. Not that I�d ever deliberately smelled her hair before. Shae shifted slightly in her sleep, her hand slipping lower. I briefly pondered the thought of waking my partner. When a low moan escaped her lips, the image of a smarmy English skater who Shae was currently dating popped into my head. Any considerations of letting her catch some more shut-eye flew out the window. �Oh god Vic!� Cancel that thought. This dream had suddenly become much more interesting. She wasn�t dreaming of the smarmy English skater. She was dreaming of me. But it would be wrong to listen. Very wrong. And there were other people on the plane. I wouldn�t want Shae to embarrass herself, even if she was dreaming about me. �Shae-Lynn,� I whispered, gently shaking my comatose partner. �Oh yeah� Right there,� Shae moaned. �Very wrong Vic!� I shook harder. Shae�s eyes snapped open and she sat bolt upright. To my surprise I found myself mentally groaning over the loss of contact. �Ummm�� She seemed flustered. So flustered, in fact, that it took her several minutes to formulate a question. �Are we there yet?� �No, not yet.� �Then why did you have to wake me up?� she inquired petulantly. She looked even more gorgeous than usual. Her hair was tousled from her nap, her eyes were still half-closed, and the pout she was wearing could melt bricks. It took me awhile to realize that she expected an answer. �I�m sorry, did I interrupt an interesting dream?� I asked mischievously. Shae-Lynn had the good grace to blush to the roots of her hair. This promised to be a very interesting vacation.
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