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could already feel the rush of excitement coursing through his veins.
Talking to Ryan gave him almost the same high as what happened in the trailer today. Almost. The difference was that Ryan was so easy to talk to. He didn’t worry about coming off like a stalker to a movie star. With Ryan, he felt relaxed.
And horny.
“Give your name at the front desk. I’ll leave a package for you with a note. When you get it, come meet me,” Ryan instructed.
“I’ll be there,” Dar promised.
“Good. I’ll be waiting.”
* * *
    Dar pulled into the guest parking lot. His phone buzzed a text message. He shifted into park, and picked up his phone. Brett asked him where he was. Dar texted back that he was visiting his phone-a-friend and he’d call later.
    Dar was nervous. His hands felt clammy and he wiped them on his thigh, letting the jean material scrub his palms. Pulling the key from the ignition, Dar got out of the car and locked it. Then, gathering his nerve, he walked through the front doors of the main building.
    “Hi. My name is Dar Phillips. I believe you have something for me?”
“Yes, sir,” the attendant agreed. His hand slipped under the countertop and pulled back a small wrapped package. He smiled as he handed it over. “Will there be anything else?”
“No, thanks.” Dar went to the small sitting area and opened the box. He pulled out a folded letter with a key tucked inside. I’m in cabin fourteen, by the nature trail. Come on back and use the key to let yourself in.
Dar’s brows rose. Exactly what was he supposed to be expecting? Whatever it was, this guy was reclusive. That’s not exactly how he’d seemed on the phone. Hopefully he wasn’t some kind of kinky pervert, which would have Dar regretting ever misdialed.
He trusted his gut though. Dar ripped up the letter, throwing it with the box into the trash bin by the front door, then exited the main building. He followed the stone-lined paths that wound around the secluded property, until he finally saw cabin fourteen at the very back.
Dar looked down at the key lining his palm . Am I really going to do this? You don’t know this guy. He could be anyone . But he seemed genuine on the phone and it wasn’t like he met him at a bar. In fact, if Dar hadn’t misdialed Brett’s number, they’d never have met at all. There was no planning in something like that.
He blew out a breath, and fit the key in the lock. It slid home easily, and made a soft clicking sound when the lock opened. Dar had one more moment of hesitation before he opened the door.
“Hello? Ryan?” Dar called.
“I’ll be right there,” Ryan’s muffled voice called back.
The cabin was laid out nicely, with a small sitting area just inside the front door. At the back of the room was a bar which looked like it served as a kitchenette, next to a sliding glass door. To the right, the only other solid door in the room was closed. That’s where Ryan’s voice had come from.
Dar felt safe enough. The was a laid-back vibe to the place and Ryan kept his room tidy. Dar walked around, hoping to get a sense of the man before they met, but also trying to ease his nerves.
Clean dishes dried in a rack beside the sink. There was a cinnamon and apple candle burning, which looked like it had been lit several times and not just for Dar. He didn’t know why that should matter, but it did. Perhaps because it wasn’t a behavior put on for their meeting, but one that was already in existence.
An afghan with the hotel’s name draped over the side of the couch, used and carefully laid aside. That made Dar smile. Candles and cozy snuggling under blankets sounded just Dar’s speed. A copy of a children’s Highlights magazine, open to a picture find on the coffee table, cinched it.
He saw the other complimentary magazines provided by the hotel, but that Ryan had chosen this one, his pencil still laying across the pages, gave the insight an intimate feel.
Dar leaned over, looking at the picture find. An