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Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
512 Forest Lake Drive
Warner Robins, Georgia 31093
Touch Me
Copyright © 2007 by Beverly Rae
Cover by Vanessa Hawthorne
ISBN: 1-59998-481-4
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First Samhain Publishing, Ltd. electronic publication: May 2007
Touch Me
Beverly Rae
Dedication
When I hit a crossroads in my life at the glorious age of forty-eight,
my best friend, my confidant, and my lover—who all happen to reside in
the person I’m so very grateful to call my husband—suggested I do the
one thing I’d been promising I would do in the future: write a book. Touch
Me is the result of his supportive, yet gentle kick in my rear.
Beverly Rae
Chapter One
“You’re what?” Sloan Janson stared into the face of his boyhood
companion, Rob Dillon.
Undisturbed by Sloan’s response, Rob grinned. “I’m married. I know
it’s the last thing you ever thought you’d hear me say. Heck, it’s the last
thing I ever thought I’d say, but here I am. Married.” Rob held up his left
hand to show off the simple gold band on his ring finger.
Sloan regarded his friend for a moment, staring at the large smile
covering Rob’s face while he tried to absorb the news. Was this a joke?
Flicking his hand once, Sloan acknowledged the waiter who placed their
lunches before them.
The shock of Rob’s words clogged his cognitive abilities and, for a few
seconds, he grappled for the right words. “B—but how in the world do
you go off on a fishing trip and come home married? You’re supposed to
bring back fish, not a wife.”
He paused long enough to take a swig of his beer. “Where did you
meet this girl, anyway? I thought fishing was supposed to be a solitary
sport. You know, the whole getting-away-from-it-all routine? The only
catch you were supposed to make was for large-mouthed bass.” Sloan
waited for a logical answer and, even though his pounding pulse
reverberated through his head, couldn’t resist a humorous nudge,
hoping against hope this whole conversation was one of Rob’s lousy
practical jokes. “Is it too late to throw her back?”
“Ha, ha, man. Very funny.” Rob scowled first and then morphed the
scowl into a smile in typical, easy-going Rob style.
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