"Joe Taylor is terrified of being touched. It's made him a recluse, but he doesn't mind being shut in his apartment, churning out novels for his pretty editor.

Then Kisten Jones walks into his life, a perfect Prince Charming who won't let up on his attempts to get Joe to come out of his shell.

No matter how hard he tries, there's something about that kid Joe just can't resist... but no road traveled was ever easy, and they'll face more than their share of problems before they can get their Happily Ever After."

Touch

It had been a week since I saw Joe, and I was going into withdrawal.


I had never known it was possible to go into withdrawal because you couldn't see the stubborn, blind, pigheaded asshole who lived across the hall from you. But apparently it was. And it was depressing as hell. I didn't want to miss him as much as I did, but he had crept into my heart like Bilbo into the Lonely Mountain, and I couldn't get him out.


I stared at the glass in front of me, holding it up to the light. Fireball was the prettiest whiskey, in my opinion, shining a warm red-orange without being diluted by that nasty Coca-Cola Joe always put in it on the rare occasions he had dared to drink with me. I had maybe half a glass left; I threw it back before I could think about it, the sharp taste of cinnamon coating my tongue.


Chapter 12