Jul 11, 2013
Decadent Thursday Spotlight: Interchangeable by Kim Carmichael
When Todd and Cooper reunite, they can't move forward with their new business until they confront the woman who called them "interchangeable" before she disappeared.
Five years later, Dahlia wants to live without looking over her shoulder, Todd wants his love and his friend back, and Cooper wants answers. With the help of Madame Eve and 1Night Stand, they give Dahlia the chance to live free of repercussions for her crimes if she’ll agree to spend one night with them, vowing to make her aware of their differences, and offer her a life they're sure she can't refuse.
“We want what you didn’t give us before.” Though he tried to appear casual, relaxed, Cooper’s jaw twitched, betraying his tension.
The money. No doubt the money. She took hold of the edge of the table, trying to stop her shaking. “What might that be?”
“The chance to know about the other.” He strummed his fingers on his knee.
Todd put a hand on her shoulder. “The chance to show you the difference.”
They didn’t mention anything about money. Her stomach twisted at the way Cooper stared her down as if daring her to say no, and she shifted her gaze to Todd.
His eyes remained clouded, half closed. The answer to her question came in the form of heat igniting between her thighs. She shifted in her seat. What were they offering, a challenge, a choice, or her ultimate fantasy?
“What if I say no?”
Neither man answered.
One night with them. Her mind screeched to a halt. Instead of her dream, she pictured tomorrow morning, getting back on a plane to South America, returning to the small marketing consulting gigs that barely paid her rent, and spending her nights waiting to be found out. She needed to locate her spine and get what she truly needed out of the night. “One night and we part?”
Todd moved in closer. “Isn’t this what you always wanted?”
Yes, that was everything she wanted and planned for five years ago. Of course, back then it wasn’t one night, it was forever.
Wait, she couldn’t want. Her wants didn’t count.
What she needed was to get up in the morning without a bulls-eye on her back. She licked her lips. “No repercussions or retaliation?” They both knew her well and understood her question.
Silence. Even the waves seemed to stop.
At last, they both nodded.
She took a breath. When she walked away tomorrow, she’d make sure she didn’t replace the bull’s-eye with a heart broken beyond repair, and haunting memories.
Decision made, she pushed her chair back, and stood. “Did you get a room?”
Rather than living her fantasy, she would give them theirs and take nothing more from them. No enjoyment, no dreams, not one more thing.
Maybe she’d walk away with something she hadn’t had in years.
Kim Carmichael began writing eight years ago when her need for graphic sex scenes and love of happy endings inspired her to create her own. She has a weakness for bad boys and techno geeks, and married her own computer whiz after he proved he could keep her all her gadgets running. When not writing, she can usually be found slathered in sunscreen trolling Los Angeles and helping top doctors build their practices.
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