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was not Glenna's first visit to the famous West Virginia resort, but she was still awed by its stately elegance and aura of steeped tradition. The many-storied facade was pristine white with a columned portico entrance worthy of the grandest and noblest of guests.
    After they had registered and been shown to their adjoining rooms, she and her father had split up. Glenna had wanted to do some exploring and familiarize herself again with the hotel complex while her father wanted to make inquiries and learn the most logical place to "bump into" Jett Coulson.
    Her wandering walk brought Glenna into the facility housing the indoor tennis courts. She paused to watch a match being played on the near court, two couples playing a game of mixed doubles. The good-natured ribbing that was exchanged back and forth between the pairs brought a smile to her face.
    A shouted reference to the time directed her glance at her watch. It was a few minutes past three o'clock. By the time she returned to her room and changed into her swimsuit, she would have an hour to swim before meeting her father. The fairness of her skin, the complexion of a true redhead, forced Glenna to avoid the sun during the middle of the day when its burning rays did the most damage.
    As she started to move away from the near tennis court, a hoot of laughter attracted her attention. Turning her head, she glanced over her shoulder. In the split second when she wasn't watching where she was going, she nearly walked into another player. Her forward progress was halted by a pair of hands that stopped her before she ran into him.
    Her attention was jerked to the front; a hurried apology forming on her lips. It froze there for a full second as Glenna stared at the tall sun-bronzed figure of a man in white tennis shorts and white knit top. A black pair of eyes were returning her stunned regard with a shimmer of bemusement as he removed his hands from her shoulders.
    Glenna was struck by the irony of the situation. She had accidentally run into the man that her father was contriving to bump into. A smile played with the corners of her mouth, attracting his interest.
    "I'm sorry, Mr. Coulson," she apologized smoothly. "I'm afraid I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."
    An eyebrow flicked upward at the use of his name. All the toughness was there in his features, just as she had remembered from the photograph she had seen. But the photograph hadn't captured the perpetual gleam in his dark eyes—the gleam of a rogue wolf.
    "Have we met before?" Like his gaze, his voice had a certain directness to it. Glenna was subjected to the boldness of his sweeping glance. "I can't believe I would have forgotten meeting you."
    The line was delivered smoothly, so smoothly that Glenna found it hard to question its sincerity. "We've never been introduced. I recognized you from a newspaper photograph," she explained and felt warmed by the slow smile that spread across his mouth.
    "You must have a very good memory. It's been some time since there have been any articles about me, Miss—" He paused deliberately to invite Glenna to fill in the blank.
    "Reynolds. Glenna Reynolds." She found herself becoming intrigued by this man that she had once labeled as ruthless. There was a reckless gambler's charm about him that she hadn't expected. This, plus the unwavering determination etched in his craggy features, made a potent combination. She began tofeel the force of it exerting its influence on her. She hadn't anticipated being sexually disturbed by Jett Coulson.
    "That name sounds familiar to me. Glenna Reynolds." He repeated it as if to jog his memory, his eyes narrowing faintly.
    "Perhaps you have—" She started to explain who her father was, but Jett Coulson interrupted her with a snap of his fingers in recollection.
    "Glenna Renolds was the by-line on an article that was in the magazine section of the Sunday paper. Was that yours?" His look became thoughtful, a degree of aloofness entering