WORKING Romance
Susan Kohler
CCB Publishing British Columbia, Canada
Working Romance
Copyright ©2010 by Susan Kohler
ISBN-13 978-1-926585-96-3
First Edition
Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication
Kohler, Susan, 1950-
Working romance [electronic resource] / written by Susan Kohler – 1st ed.
ISBN 978-1-926585-96-3
Also available in print format.
I. Title.
PS3611.O47W67 2010a 813'.6 C2010-904655-2
Original cover art design by Jinger Heaston: www.jingraphix.org
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Dedication
To my friend, Laurie Jo, who’s always been there for me.
We’ve had some crazy times, haven’t we?
Contents
Kate shifted uncomfortably on her beach blanket, very conscious of the tiny grains of sand clinging to her hot skin. To say that she was enjoying her first visit to a local nude beach would be debatable. Her feelings were decidedly mixed. She was a mature, sensuous woman with one exception: she was very shy about her body. Who said a modern woman couldn’t be modest?
She did manage to shed all her clothes and lie down on a blanket, but she had not really shed all her inhibitions and relaxed. In spite of the embarrassment, maybe even because of it, Kate was acutely aware of several things that felt different to her about this particular day at the beach.
For one thing, the sun seemed hotter, more intense on her bare skin than it ever had before, and for another, she was more keenly aware of the gritty grains of sand that were scattered on her large, faded blue beach blanket than she had ever been before. Her breasts and buttocks that normally would have been covered with a fairly modest one-piece swimsuit seemed to have developed extremely sensitive nerve endings. Her skin tingled. She was aware of feeling both embarrassed and sensual at the same time, and totally, vibrantly alive. It was a feeling that she had not felt in a very long time.
She was there because her best friend, Laura Kelsey, had talked her into coming. Laura had an outlook on life that was loving, joyous and more than a little reckless. She embraced life fully, with a hint of abandon, whereas Kate held herself back, just a little bit more reserved and quite a bit more wary. That is, Kate was usually fairly cautious except when she was around Laura. Maybe, Kate thought with a silent laugh, this time Laura was right.
Laura would have the nerve to walk into a lion’s den naked. She would also probably try to talk Kate into going in with her and usually she was persuasive enough to succeed.
“You’ll love it! It feels wonderful, so free and natural. It’s hard to explain but I always feel less self-conscious at the nude beach than I do at the regular beach!” Laura had said. Her brown eyes were gleaming as she wiggled her eyebrows, grinned, and added, “Besides the scenery’s much better. Come on! It’s your last day of freedom before starting the new job and you really need an adventure. Trust me.”
“Sure. Yeah. Really.” Kate deadpanned, teasing her friend, “Trust me. Now, let me think, where have I heard that before? Hmm, oh I remember, you’ve conned me with that line ever since we met. ‘Trust me’ should be your own personal motto. It should be tattooed on your behind.”
“Who says it isn’t? And you’ve always loved being conned.” Laura reminded her, with a grin, “Especially into some of our more outrageous adventures. It makes it easier to blame me when we both get in trouble.”
“Which we always seem to do.” Kate smiled at her reckless friend and thought about their friendship.
