No Turning Back (The Kathleen Turner Series #1) by Snow Tiffany

Author:Snow, Tiffany [Snow, Tiffany]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

regret it.” His breath was hot and

fetid against my face.

“No,” I said, helpless anger

rising in me. I’d been given the

necklace mere hours ago, Blane

fastening it around my neck as I’d

gotten dressed for this evening.

It suddenly seemed terribly ironic

that a night that had started with

such promise was ending in terror.

The day had begun well enough. I’d

had the day shift at The Drop, a

local place where I tended bar. I

know the current in-vogue term was

mixologist, but neither I nor the

patrons had any illusions about

what I did—which was pour drinks.

On Saturdays I usually worked the

night shift, but today I’d traded with

Lucy so I could have tonight off to

be with Blane.

Blane Kirk was my boyfriend,

although the term was at once both

too adolescent and too committed to

actually describe him and our

relationship. Blane was a high-

profile lawyer in Indianapolis, with

aspirations for public office. A

former Navy SEAL, he was over

six

feet

of

male

perfection,

complete with dirty blond hair, a

square jaw, and eyes a tantalizing

mix of gray and green, the color

drifting more one way or the other

depending on what he was wearing.

Women

had

been

an

interchangeable accessory to Blane,

and I wasn’t sure that wouldn’t be

the case with me. Blane and I had

started dating about six weeks ago,

right after Halloween. I know that

doesn’t sound like very long, but

considering

how

often

Blane

usually changed girlfriends, I was

cautiously optimistic. Optimistic

about what? Well I wasn’t sure of

that either.

Considering

the

differences

between us, it was difficult most

days to believe that Blane would

choose to be with me. As the

daughter of a housewife and a

police officer from Rushville,

Indiana, Kathleen Turner—yeah,

that’s me—wasn’t a name people

knew. I take that back. People knew

the name, but I wasn’t that Kathleen

Turner. Turner was the family

name, and choosing a celebrity to

be named after was the tradition.

Just ask my dad, Ted Turner, or my

grandma, Tina Turner. Except

neither one was with me any longer,

so I alone was left to carry on the

Turner tradition or curse, depending

on your point of view.

I’d moved to Indianapolis eight

months ago and had taken a job

working as a runner for Blane’s law

firm. It took both gigs to make ends

meet and I hadn’t given up the day

job, even though I was sleeping

with the boss. Incredibly tacky of

me, but I needed the job. We kept it

discreet because while Blane didn’t

care at all what people said, I did.

Blane had asked me to go with

him to a victory dinner/fund-raiser

tonight for someone he knew that

had been reelected to Congress in

the last election. I’d seen in the

paper that plates were seven

thousand

dollars

each.

I’d

swallowed hard and hoped the food

would be really good for that kind

of price tag.

After my Saturday shift, I had

dashed home, hopping into the

shower to quickly wash my hair and

shave my legs. I had time to blow

my long, strawberry blonde hair

dry, pin it up, and throw on some

makeup before I heard his knock on

my door.

I’d learned a hard lesson a few

weeks ago about checking the

peephole in my door, and I

remembered that tonight. I checked

first before opening the door, and

my breath caught, as it nearly

always did, when I saw Blane.

My doorway was filled with

wide shoulders encased in a

charcoal-gray

suit

jacket

that

tapered to lean hips. A white shirt

peeked from beneath his jacket and

tie. Currently, a hand

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