I dug out the powder blue cashmere cardigan my mother Lisa gave me the Christmas before last, pulled on my oldest, softest Leviโs. Comfort clothes; the next best thing to a hug from a warm, living body. Lately there had been a shortage of hugs in my life. Lately there had been a shortage of warm, living bodies.
Josh LanyonI don't know if real courage lies in storming barricades or simply not denying the truth.
Josh LanyonJake's mouth found mine, his lips molding hot and soft to my own. His tongue tentatively tested the seal of my lips; I parted them and he pushed inside. It was startlingly sweet and achingly familiar, like finding harbor.
Josh LanyonShe shrugged another plump shoulder. โI never listened to Porter when he got going.โ Ah. At last. The secret to a successful marriage.
Josh LanyonThe phone rang, picked up, and the same male voice announced, โChris Powers." "Hey there, Chris. Are you aware it's a felony to make threats over the phone?" To give Powers his fair due, he got over his shock within a split second. โTry it, asshole. I dare you. My lawyers will have you for lunch.โ He clicked off again. I did what any red-blooded American male would do. I called my big, ex-cop ex-boyfriend.
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