By
Ashley Ladd
Summary
Forty-four year old Julie Weston has loved Timmy and James since her college days twenty something years ago. She's fantasized about both all these long years, never able to choose between them.
Hoping Tim and James will attend, she attends their college marching band reunion. When both men show up her dreams are answered. They're sexier than she imagined and she hopes they won't be disappointed by her older self.
It turns out both men came just to see her again and neither is happy about the other’s presence. They fight over her, confusing her more than ever. It takes a hot night…or two…for her heart to decide which one she’s in love with.
EXCERPT
The gulf breeze and sea spray tickled Julie’s face and she loved the smell of shrimp and sea salt. The view of Biloxi-Gulfport was breathtaking and she wished she’d visited more over the years. It had been such a big, important part of her life she had never gone more than a couple days without longing to be back. Then again, it would have been lackluster without her men and her friends. This was her Biloxi with her gang here.
Soon they arrived at Ship Island, rented beach chairs, then grabbed ice-cold drinks. They found a vacant part of the beach and grouped together. Then Julie shrugged out of her outer wraps so that she was only wearing her bathing suit. Unlike twenty years ago, she wore a one piece with a cute little skirt that covered her thighs. She wasn’t brave enough to wear a bikini these days. None of the women in their group wore a bikini so she didn’t feel bad until a couple twenty-year-olds, stunning in their bikinis, ran past chasing a ball.
She veiled her eyes and sneaked peeks at James and Tim from beneath her lashes to see if they were noticing the other women. To her delight, they were looking at her and heat crawled up her chest.
Tim grabbed the sun screen, poured a generous amount onto his hands and, without asking, started slathering it on her back.
When Tim dropped the bottle, James took it and poured some onto her arm closest to him. Then he rubbed it in.
Their fingers tickled and she laughed. “This is the life. I don’t ever want to go home.”
“Where’s home?” Tim asked. “I’d like to visit.”
“Don’t tell that moron. He might be a serial killer.” James sounded serious.
Julie looked askance at James and shook her head. “You jest.”
“How do we know? He’s been MIA for twenty years.”
She shrugged off James’ ridiculous notion. To Tim, she said, “I was in the FBI and we moved around a lot. After I retired, we went home to Indiana. I live in a little town not far from Chicago. Where do you live?”
“Oregon.” After a long pause, Tim asked with a raised brow, “You were in the FBI? Like James Bond? Or his secretary.”
Trying not to take offense, she screwed up her lips. “I was an agent. I was recruited because I speak Russian and several other languages.”
Connie piped up. “I thought you were going to be a language professor. Boy, was I ever wrong.”
James scrubbed his chin with his hand. “I always wondered what you do with a degree in Russian literature. I never dreamed it would be that.”
“I’ve imagined you doing a lot of things over the years, but never that.” Tim chuckled.
“That’s our Jules,” Eric said, twining his fingers through Connie’s.
Tim pierced her with a hard stare. “Aren’t you curious to know where James lives?”
James put his arm around her waist and drew her near. In a low, suggestive voice, he said, “She already knows I’m in Texas.”
Tim scowled.
Remembering again how he ignored her Facebook friendship request, she glared at Tim. “He knows because we’re Facebook friends.”
James whispered in her ear, his breath ticklish. “You didn’t have to tell him.”
Bio
Ashley Ladd lives in South Florida with her husband, five children, and beloved pets. She loves the water, animals (especially cats), and playing on the computer.
She's been told she has a wicked sense of humor and often incorporates humor and adventure into her books. She also adores very spicy romance, which she weaves into her stories.
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