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EXTREME MEET

AJ HARDCOURT

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Extreme Meet

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Publishing History

Previously Published in Oct 2007

First DR Edition, May 2010

Published in the United States of America

EXTREME MEET

Chris Rosario leaned his head back against the hard plastic seat and groaned. Six hours

delayed and still no cancellation. With the snow piling up on the tarmac there wasnÔt a

chance in hell of getting a flight home to Los Angeles tonight.

Salt Lake City was under a white out. Inside the terminal kids cried, people slept on the

floor, in chairs, and anywhere they could stretch out. The overcrowded, stifling room

was beginning to ripen.

ÑDo you think weÔll get out of here tonight?Ò

Chris chuckled and glanced at the man sitting next to him. Tall, young, and in

incredible shape. His black hair was a bit unruly. For Chris that only enhanced his

appeal. He tired of the metro sexual overachievers that shared his office. ÑChris

RosarioÒ He held out his hand and the man took it. Their eyes met and Chris didnÔt

think heÔd ever seen eyes the color of artic ice, pale blue yet full of fire.

ÑKevin Angel.Ò

Chris cocked an eyebrow. HeÔd read the local paper before leaving his hotel for the

airport. Kevin had made the front page of the sports section. Local Boy Brings Home Gold.

A full color photo, only under all the winter gear itÔd been impossible to know Kevin

had thick lashes and heavy black brows. Masculine facial bone structure with a strong

square jaw, sun kissed cheeks beneath black stubble, and laugh lines creased the corners

of his eyes when his smiled.

ÑQuite a show you put on for the locals.Ò HeÔd wanted to attend some of the extreme

sporting events, but time constraints had made it impossible.

Kevin reached inside his sweater and lifted out his gold medal. ÑI didnÔt want to come

across arrogant by wearing it for everyone to see, but I couldnÔt take it off either.Ò His

A.J. Hardcourt - Extreme Meet.pdf