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Angel's Touch

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Table of Contents

 

Copyright © 2013 by Siri Caldwell

 

Bella Books, Inc.

P.O. Box 10543

Tallahassee, FL 32302

 

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, without permission in writing from the publisher.

 

Printed in the United States of America on acid-free paper.

First Bella Books Edition 2013

Bella Books eBook released 2013

 

Editor: Katherine V. Forrest

Cover designer: Sandy Knowles

Photo Credit: Damon Kappell/Studio16

 

ISBN: 978-1-59493-311-0

 

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About the Author
 

Siri Caldwell got her start in creative writing in high school writing notes from her parents explaining why she was absent. She has been a health journalist, hydrogeologist, yoga teacher and massage therapist. She lives with her partner outside Washington, DC.

Acknowledgments
 

Thank you to my massage clients and to my teachers and classmates at PMTI, one of the best group of people I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing, not to mention running down the hall with wearing nothing but a sheet. To Ric and Alexandra, for holding their feet in the door to higher dimensions. To Billy, for the construction site expertise. And to the lady from Silicon Valley who had nice things to say about the manuscript while making sure I knew she was very, very straight.

Big thank yous to Karin Kallmaker, for taking a chance on this book, and Katherine V. Forrest, my gracious editor, and everyone at Bella Books for working their behind-the-scenes magic.

And to Jennifer, my angel.

Chapter One
 

Megan McLaren didn’t know how long she had been sitting at the bar alone chugging cranberry juice, watching the door, waiting for Amelia to show up, but she had just about had enough. One more song and she was going home.

“Want to dance?”

Stellar. She was such a loser that her friend Gwynne was taking pity on her.

“You don’t have to do this.”

Gwynne thrashed her hips in that charmingly goofy way of hers she called dancing. “What are you doing here, anyway?”

“I ask myself the same question.” Amelia knew she wasn’t a fan of the Sand Bar. And yet, she had insisted on meeting her here instead of at Megan’s house.

Neutral ground—that’s what it was. Never a good sign.

She should never have said yes.

Megan jumped off her barstool and followed Gwynne to the two-person dance floor, which was as claustrophobic as the rest of the bar. Anything was better than hooking her flip-flops around that barstool and giving herself a cramp in the shins while she tried not to check her watch.

“Amelia stand you up?”

What do you know, she did have a cramp. “I thought dancing with you was going to distract me from that.”

“Is it working?”

“Not really.”

Gwynne attempted an airborne spin and stumbled the landing. Laughing, she recovered by throwing her arms overhead in what might be considered a dance pose. “I could teach you this new move I just invented,” she wheedled, as if her jump/spin/flail combo were a bribe no sane woman could resist.

“I’ll pass.”

“You don’t know where she is,” Gwynne observed. “Do you?”

“I’m guessing she’s stuck in traffic.” Where else could she be? Piper Beach was at least a three-hour drive from Washington, DC, and Friday-after-work beach traffic was never fun, especially on Memorial Day weekend.

“She hasn’t called?”

Megan gritted her teeth. No, Amelia hadn’t called. And no, it wasn’t like her not to call. She wasn’t picking up her phone, either. But no, she didn’t think she’d been in an accident. She unclenched her jaw and bobbed her shoulders with an ease she didn’t feel. Gwynne didn’t need to hear about it.

“Trouble in paradise?”

Yup, Gwynne Abernathy could still read her mind. Unfortunately.

Megan sighed. “I have a feeling she’s planning to dump me.”

“You need to dump her first, then.”

“I’m not sure I’ve reached that point yet.”

“Why not? You have the advantage here. You know what’s coming. Why not save yourself some grief?”

“I want to give this relationship a chance.”

“Oh, come on. She has the aura of a toad. I don’t know why you ever went out with her in the first place.”

“Excuse me, we haven’t broken up yet. You don’t get to trash my girlfriend until
after
we break up. And she does
not
have the aura of a toad.”

“My mistake.” Gwynne ruined her apology with a wink. “Toads have lovely auras. Very green and healthy.”

Typical.

Gwynne managed to insert a spin into her flailing movements without losing the beat, and looked so pleased with herself that Megan had to laugh. Even if dancing with friends was not the plan. Not with friends who were also exes, and who, by the way, had also dumped her.

It had been easier to know what to do with Gwynne. And even then, when it was obvious to both of them that they’d be better off as friends, she hadn’t had the heart to break it off. Gwynne, of course, had read her mind and dumped her first.

“I’m trying to remember what it was you liked so much about Amelia.”

“We haven’t broken up yet, remember?”

“I was looking forward to it so much that I forgot that bizarre detail. She makes you miserable.”

“That’s not true.” Amelia wasn’t always the most considerate person in the world, but she meant well. And they had that connection—that zing in the aura when they got close. Not that she could tell Gwynne that. She and Gwynne had strict unspoken rules about what topics they would and would not discuss. Zinging auras did not get the ex-girlfriend seal of approval. “I’m sure there’s a cosmic reason why we met.”

“Karmic computer malfunction?”

“Karma doesn’t malfunction.”

“Speaking of malfunctions…” Gwynne nodded in the direction of the entrance.

Amelia Barnett stood just inside the doorway a few yards away, scanning the room. She must have driven straight from the office, because she was still in her work clothes. Her suit was rumpled and her lipstick was long gone, but her short blond hair was still perfectly in place, shellacked into submission.

And someone was with her.

Amelia leaned over to whisper in the other blonde’s ear. She didn’t touch her at all—not her shoulder, not her arm, not the back of her waist, and definitely not her ass—but the way they were drifting into each other’s personal space, she might as well have.

There was no way Amelia would cheat on her in front of her. Was there? She was imagining things. Maybe Amelia gave a friend a ride.

And maybe that friend had thanked her while they were stuck in traffic at the Chesapeake Bay Bridge toll plaza by chewing off her lipstick.

Whoever she was, she followed the direction of Amelia’s outstretched arm and headed for the restrooms. Amelia stalked to Megan’s side.

“Definitely not green and healthy,” Gwynne announced as she made her escape.

“What was that all about?” Amelia watched Gwynne’s retreat for a couple seconds before snapping her attention back to Megan. “I need to talk to you.”

Megan ignored her unease and reached for her. “Hug first.”

Amelia’s shoulders softened at her touch. Encouraged, Megan rubbed the muscles between her shoulder blades. Amelia let her head roll back and closed her eyes with a deep sigh of relief.

But when Amelia touched the small of Megan’s back, instead of pulling her closer, she straightened, dug her fingers a little too hard into her back, and braced herself.

And Megan knew.

Amelia was going to break up with her. Here, in public. She wasn’t even going to apologize for being late tonight and making her worry.

Megan’s arms dropped to her sides.

Amelia took her elbow and led her to the bar. She asked the bartender for two of whatever was on tap, skipping her usual rant about their lack of Belgian beer. At least Megan would never again have to remind her that she didn’t like beer—Amelia pretended to forget, as if that would magically change anything.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” her soon-to-be-ex-girlfriend said, more gently than she had expected. “I know you think we have a past life thing going on—”

Megan cut her off. “I know you don’t believe me.” Now that it was happening, she just wanted to get it over with.

“Nobody believes that stuff, baby.”

Gee, thanks. What happened to
I don’t want to hurt you
? Of course, she’d left an important word off the end of that sentence. What she’d meant was,
I don’t want to hurt you, but…

Amelia took a deep breath. “I can’t do this anymore. I need to move on.”

One good thing about Amelia, she did like to come straight to the point. When she stabbed you with a knife, it was quick. Very humane.

Megan almost didn’t feel it.

Amelia took the two beers and joined her new friend at an intimate table in the corner.

Megan watched, stunned.

She wondered if the new girl liked beer.

Chapter Two
 

When you were new in town, nobody warned you the annual Race to the Beach in Piper Beach, Delaware, was the Race
on
the Beach, because it was so much fun to screw with the tourists.

Kira Wagner’s wristwatch beeped, reminding her she was lagging behind her personal best, posted last year at the Seagull 10K. So much for improving on her time. She dodged a wave and put on some speed. Maybe she should start a new list of personal bests for races run under adverse conditions. Sand…mountains…running the Marine Corps Marathon in borrowed combat boots. Maybe she’d include charming a friendly female marine out of her boots as part of the challenge.

She’d have enjoyed
this
challenge if her outer thigh hadn’t cramped. At first it was just a twinge, but now that she was nearing the finish line it was becoming harder to ignore. Looked like the visit she’d planned to make to the massage tent was going to be more than just a networking opportunity.

Onlookers applauded as she crossed the finish line. She sagged with disgust at her finish time and followed the seagulls toward the snack table, helped herself to three bananas and a bottle of water, and then stopped by the first aid station for an ice pack to put on her thigh.

She’d been telling herself for months to try a massage, but never gotten around to it. Now was the perfect opportunity. About time, too, because if she was going to open a spa here in Piper Beach, she really ought to know more about the business than just the financials. Somehow she always found time to do the on-the-phone research, but never the hands-on research. The someone-else’s-hands-on-her-body research, to be precise. It just didn’t sound all that relaxing. She couldn’t imagine lying down for an hour without feeling antsy. But it was time to get it over with. The tent was right here. She’d get rid of her cramp, and if she liked the therapist, she’d multitask and ask her if she was interested in applying for a new job.

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