Free Rendezvous by Dusty Miller

Rendezvous
     
    Dusty Miller
     
     
    This Smashwords edition copyright 2014
Dusty Miller and Long Cool One Books
     
    Design: J. Thornton
     
    ISBN 978-0-9918999-6-8
     
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events, is purely coincidental. Names, places, settings, characters
and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. The
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    Table of Contents
     
    Scene One
     
    Scene Two
     
    Scene Three
     
    About the Author
     
     
     
    Rendezvous
     
    Dusty Miller
     
     
    Scene One

     
    Three weeks was a long time to wait.
Heather couldn’t stop thinking about Braden. The temptation to
whistle was a bit unusual, but she could suppress it. There was
much to consider, some of it serious. She could only get away from
the House so often. Too much and it would draw attention. Her body
was drenched in sweat from exertion. They played basketball once a
week. Fridays were the only thing she once had to look forward to,
but not anymore.
    It was possible that Braden was lying
when he said that he had lived with a woman for a few years, and
that the relationship had been over for a while. That could be a
lie, or it might cover a multitude of sins. It would be one part of
a much larger story. It could cover a wife and three kids. Heather
had accepted those hazards as a matter of course. It was almost a
part of the plan. Initially, it had all been taken into account
under the risk column. To her, the risks were worth it…eminently
so. At first, all she was looking for was sex.
    Finding Braden was a lucky break.
Heather wanted to live out her fantasy or at least give it a try.
Everything had worked out unbelievably well. She and Braden had a
wonderful time up north. Braden was everything she needed in the
sexual sense. He was just the thing Heather was looking
for.
    Braden might be lying when
he said he’d been tested for HIV six months ago. He might be lying
when he said he was clean, no Hepatitis-C or anything like that. He
said he had been celibate for the last eighteen months since he and
his partner broke up. But somehow, knowing even the smallest thing
about Braden had made the decision-making process more difficult,
not easier. She had more facts to go on. She had more to lose.
Maybe that was why it worked out the first time. She didn’t know
anything about Braden, herself, or anything, really. She didn’t
know any better. She didn’t even know if it would work that first
time.
    The other problem was social. All
those people would be about at the trade show, for though
Burlington was a small city by modern standards, it was big enough
and Braden at least would know people, quite a few by the sound of
it. She would be very much out of character and out of her
depth.
    One of the fears was that it might get
a lot more complicated than it looked. That seemed to be happening.
It was the classic honey trap, right out of the CIA or KGB training
manual. That was sheer drama, of course. They were just two lonely
people. She didn’t know much about the guy. Braden sold tractors
and farm equipment in a town up north and he was going to be at a
trade show in Burlington.
    Heather had permission to be away for
two days. There might be negative comments when she got back. She
had waited until the last minute and her excuse sounded contrived
to her own ears. An elderly uncle was sick. She’d carefully muddled
the name of the old age home, and the local hospital, which by