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Copyright ©️ 2016, 2019 by Taylor VanCannon
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This book is a work of erotic fiction, intended for adult readers. All characters are adults, age eighteen and over.
Revised 2026
I kicked back in the recliner, took a sip of Gentleman Jack, neat, and opened the newspaper to the sports page. The Jack went down smoothly, warming my gullet as intended. It had been a grueling week. As junior litigation partner, it was my responsibility to meet a filing deadline for our largest corporate client. With a staff of ten, I barely managed to get it done. Now I could kick back. It would be at least two weeks before arguments, and my schedule was clear. Tomorrow was Saturday, and I already had a morning tee time scheduled.
I heard the squeal of tires in the driveway just as the front door flew open. Jude came in, disheveled, with fire in her eyes. Her white blouse was untucked, blotchy with damp areas, the buttons askew.
“Jude,” I said, “is something—”
“Don’t,” she interrupted, glaring at me. “Not a fucking word.”
Jude came to live with us when she was ten, after her parents perished in a plane crash. It took my wife a long time to get over her brother’s death, and it fell to me to become Jude’s father. Over time, she came to think of Janice and me as Mom and Dad.
I watched her stomp up the stairs defiantly. What the fuck was that all about? I knew she had a date with Billy for dinner and a movie, but here she was, home before seven.
I heard the shower running and music playing. Perhaps this wasn’t as bad as it seemed—just a date gone bad. She was nineteen, a year older than most of the other seniors in her high school class.
When Janice passed unexpectedly after a botched tummy tuck, Jude and I went through a painful adjustment that took its toll on both of us. Jude fell a year behind in school, and I poured myself into my work. It was times like this that brought back a flood of memories of our early dates, of the good days, along with thoughts of what should have been.