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Step One: We admitted we were powerless over alcohol-that our lives had become unmanageable.
There are twelve steps in Alcoholics Anonymous and Silas Manning knows all of them by heart. He's been living them since a drunk driving accident resulted in the destruction of three lives. When he meets Rooney Oliver, he quickly realizes you can be addicted to things other than alcohol—you can be addicted to people, too.
Rooney's mother is dying and Rooney feels like she's dying with her. It’s not until Silas comes into their lives that any of them start feeling hope—but Silas isn’t ready to let go of the past or open himself up to a future.
Sometimes the only person who you want to lose is yourself.
“It’s just a bad day.” Her shoulders begin to tremble and she brings a hand up to cover her mouth as a sob fights its way up. “A really bad day.”
“Hey,” I say, swallowing down all the raw emotions building up in my throat. If there’s anyone who can give her a shoulder to cry on, it’s me. The stoic statue. But she’s even managing to bring my emotions out. “Come here.”
I press my hand against the back of her head and guide her to my chest. She comes without hesitation and even in a moment like this, it makes me feel good. Too damn good, which is enough of a reminder as to why I’m not meant for her. I shouldn’t enjoy getting to hold her in a circumstance like this.
I take a step around her and close the door.
“What are you doing?” she asks, pulling back.
“You’ll see.” I lightly push her head back. I leave one hand braced there, my thumb rubbing small circles, while my other arm wraps around her waist. I pull her even closer. “Now scream.”
As I speak, my lips brush against her ear in a soft, barely there kiss. If I wasn’t holding her, I wouldn’t have noticed her shiver. Wouldn’t have felt her immediately snuggle into my chest. Wouldn’t have heard her soft, little gasp. I shouldn’t want her at a time like this, but I do. Every time I lay my eyes on her, I want her. Not just so I can be inside of her—and fuck do I want that—but so I can have every single last piece of her that makes her, her.
Mostly, I want her to want me back, which is worse than any sin I’ve ever committed.
About the Author:
Liz Ashlee is a romance novelist who recently graduated from Northern Kentucky University her B.A. in English and B.S. in Library Informatics. She has been published in Loch Norse Magazine and The Pentangle, and has won the Miller Award for Outstanding Fiction Writing. She currently lives in Independence, Kentucky, with her family and dog-daughter, Hero.