This is the promised second half to the story I began on the Fiction With Friction blog this week.
You can read the first part here….
(Archives are on the website, if you want to read the offerings of past weeks)
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Labor of Love - Part 2
(c) 2008 by Maura Anderson
The sun shining on his face made Noah throw an arm across his eyes and groaned. Was it morning already? What time did he have to be at the client’s this morning? Try as he might, he couldn’t think of what today’s agenda was. He tried to get up the energy to roll over in the incredibly comfortable hotel bed and check the clock but his body really didn’t want to move. Comfortable? He’d never slept in a truly comfortable hotel bed. Hell, he hardly slept on the road. But this was just like home…and his ass was sore.
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