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About this book ...

Lick Me is a stand-alone
story and not part of any
Lick Me
(Must Love Dogs)
A short, sweet (and sexy) vignette of lovers reuniting

Jordan Kendall ran away from his mistakes and the man
he loves. Riddled with self-doubt he knows the only way to
slay the twin demons of his shame and embarrassment is
to return home to face Preston and try to mend fences. If
Preston forgives him, Jordan can forgive himself.

Second-guessing his decision to allow Jordan to leave is a
daily pastime for Preston Townes. When Jordan comes
home to his sister’s house to dog sit, Preston knows it’s
now or never to see if they can pull their relationship back
together. With a little help from some four-footed friends
Preston gets the opening he needs to show Jordan the
past is gone and their spark is stronger than ever.

Oh, if only. Who hasn’t looked wistfully upon the past and uttered those words? I’d certainly done it
often enough in the last year. “If only” was my favorite bed partner.

But I was about to get the chance to rectify the biggest “if only” in my life. It began with “if only” and
ended with “I hadn’t been such a fool.”

I had been a fool, an idiot and an ass all rolled into a single stupid moment when I’d ruined the best
thing that had ever happened to me. I’d lost a good man and a lot of self-respect in one fell swoop. I’d
turned coward and ran, stopping only when I ran out of ground in New York City. The Atlantic Ocean
was too wide to swim and I had no money for passage on a big ship.

That was a year ago and now I could only pray redemption was at hand. My sister had driven all the way
to my dingy lower Manhattan apartment and asked me to come live with her again. I closed my eyes
against the myriad memories of the last time I slept under her roof.

I wanted to say “yes.” I needed to get back to Pittsburgh and the life I’d run away from. I knew my old
boss would give me my job back – he kept in touch via email. My sister and I were alone in the world
and she needed me as much as I needed her.

Come for a week, she’d begged, and see how it goes. She needed someone to stay at the house and
care for her two dogs while she went on a business jaunt. She wanted it to be me. I wanted to do it.
The house had belonged to our parents and it was home to both of us, but I had to ask a question.

Did Preston still live across the street?

She said he did.

I agreed.

Preston crossed the back porch and eased into a chair at the table. I sat across from him, wishing I’d
left the kitchen light on. If I had, the light would spill through the window to illuminate where we sat
and I could look into his eyes.

“Maura told me you called her precious pups Frick and Frack.”

I heard the humor in his voice. He’d always laughed so freely, and I was relieved his sense of humor
was intact. I hung my head in mock shame.

“I’ll never do it again, I assure you. Can I get you something to drink while they play?”

Preston’s slight pause was somehow at odds with his words. “Another time. I can’t stay long.
Tomorrow’s a workday for some of us.”

“Hey, I’m entitled to a vacation, you know.” I immediately wanted the words back. My cynical attitude
about going on a four-day weekend with him had sparked an argument that led to so many
unpleasant things.

“Yes, Jordan, you are and I’m glad to see you’re actually taking one.” He took a deep breath and
sighed. “I should be going.”

My thoughts blanked. I couldn’t let him walk away. I needed him. I reached out and laid my hand over
his. I’d already proven myself a fool. How much worse could it get? “Please, Pres. Stay a little while

Preston shifted in his seat. His face caught the moonlight and turned his deep-set orbs to silver. He
closed his eyes leaving me to stare in forgotten wonder at how his long, sooty lashes were so dark
against his pale skin. He opened his eyes and looked at me and then down at our hands. “What do
you want, Jordan?”

“To say how very sorry I am. I hurt you. I acted like an ass. I’ve wished every day I could go back and
make it right.”

He fisted his hand beneath mine, but I refused to pull away. He raised his gaze and I saw the flash of
temper in his eyes. “Is that really why you came this week? Guess what? We can’t go back.” He
paused and shook his head. “God, how can I figure out anything when all I can think about is fucking
you again?”