Ann – you have made the editing process even easier this time and I thank you for your patience and kind words.

Tagan – you have been the biggest cheerleader for this story and I can’t thank you enough for that. You are truly one of a kind, my friend.

Em – I am thankful every day for your friendship and your guidance in all things writing. You challenged me with this one and it’s a better book because of it. Thank you.

Dad Jobs – you are the best writing group a girl could ask for and I’m so thankful I get to be a part of it.

Andy – I still remember the morning I woke up next to you and told you about a dream I had where two women were forced to share the last table in a restaurant. We immediately began plotting and you told me to write it. So here it is. I could never have done any of this without your love and support. I am so lucky I can now call you my wife. I love you.

Chapter One

Soft lips trailed down Reagan Murphy’s neck, and she tilted her head to give the other woman better access. Teeth scraped along her collarbone and the woman’s hair fell forward and covered her face. She moved down Reagan’s body, inch by agonizing inch. Reagan squirmed, desperate for her to pick up the pace and reach her obvious destination.

Her nails scratched underneath the waistband of Reagan’s boxers, teasing her for a moment before sliding the boxers off and tossing them to the floor. Goose bumps erupted on Reagan’s exposed skin. The woman’s warm breath met the wetness of Reagan’s center as she pushed her legs apart.

“Oh, f—”

A crash jerked her awake. Clutching her hand to her chest, she looked around for the sound that had pulled her from her dream. Her gaze landed on her father as he pushed the button on the remote to raise his bed, reaching out to clean up the glass of water he’d knocked over.

Reagan stood and rushed over to help. “Let me get that, Pops.” She grabbed a hand towel from the hall bathroom and wiped up the water.

“Fuck. Give it to me,” he said as held out his hand. “I’ll do it.”

“It’s okay. I’ve got it.”

“Reagan.”

“All done. Nothing to worry about.”

His drugs for pain management often made him clumsy, and accidents like these became more frequent with each passing day. Every incident reminded her that good days with him were numbered.

“Shit, I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have to do that.” His cheeks reddened and he avoided her gaze.