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    Love In Control – Chapter I – Savannah (Part 1)

    As Rian’s breathing eased, and she was no longer sucking air as desperately, the woman took a step back and then sipped on her water bottle. “He had to go to the yoga room to check on my girlfriend,” she finally answered.  “But, for the last half hour or so, we’d been observing you as he helped me with my last core and leg sets and stretching after.  He’d said your running gait indicated that you were compensating for the weakness or pain in one leg with the other, stronger leg.  This compensation became more noticeable to him when your pace increased.  While he was helping me stretch out, his concern got to a point where he’d wondered out loud whether he should come over and tell you about how much damage you could be doing to yourself.”

    “I told him I’d do it, since he can look … um … physically imposing, and he could throw you off even more than I have.”

    Rian swung her head to her side again to look at the woman. Undoubtedly, she was getting away with something Rian couldn’t imagine allowing anyone else to do — because the woman was so beautiful.  It cushioned the surprise she’d sprung on Rian when she’d approached the treadmill and had caught Rian unawares. Rian thought idly that … damn that sports bra is just a perfect fit for those breasts! I wonder if they’re made especially for her?  Beautifully-shaped by the bra, the breasts sat high on her chest, cupped together as if on a platter, and were covered with a lite sheen of sweat that made their golden skin glow under the lights. 

    Rian was about to say something, but, to Rian’s chagrin, the lady wasn’t done. “Are you feeling better?”

    Rian nodded, slightly embarrassed by having been caught staring, and looked hurriedly back at the control panel again.

    The woman smirked again. But her voice was still the odd mix of authoritative and concerned, “You looked a bit queasy earlier.  If you think you’ve recovered all the way, I suggest you jog at this level for a minute more, and then go to cool down mode.  Maybe five minutes all in all?”

    “I can ask my trainer to help you stretch out after that, if you’d like.”

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    1. Where to start Skydancer……..? You’ve taken us on some wonderful journeys, introducing us to your alluring cast of characters. In addition to your version of Bette and Tina (which I absolutely adore), you’ve let us have a front row seat into the lives of Aerin, Harley, Jade, and Rian, each deep, rich characters in their own right. Now you’ve started us on this new, exciting journey with your ensemble cast, that will hopefully end with each in control of their loves and their destinies.

      I hope that when Rian finds that switch to her spotty memories, she’s ready for the consequences. Like the saying goes, “Be careful what you wish for because you just might get it.”

      By the way, my mind is in overdrive with Bette at a golf course resort. Please make Bette, as she is in every other facet of her life, an excellent golfer with a low handicap. The differing sets of tees and handicap system combine to make the game an even playing field no matter the player or the location. In my opinion, there’s nothing sexier than a woman who can conquer a traditional man’s game and put a cocky man in his place. Oh, and tight golf capris won’t hurt either….just sayin’.

      I’ll be sure to grab the popcorn and a nice glass of Pinot Noir before reading your next chapter. Anxiously awaiting.

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