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Milan Watson is a fresh new voice in contemporary romance. Her stories are fun-loving, imaginative and humorous whilst at the same time touching day to day challenges all women face.
She is the mother of two little boys and wife to a supportive husband, who doesn't mind doing the dishes when she finds herself lost in a story. She spends most of her days dreaming up new characters and bringing stories to life, surrounded by her family and her two dogs Wendy and Duke. She loves creating characters you can identify with and writing stories that will have you laugh, cry and smile at the same time.
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Max couldn’t help the mirthless laugh that escaped. He was going to kill his mother! “My mother appointed you? May I ask as what?”
Abby smiled and welcomed another guest before turning to Max again. “As event coordinator for Cape River Dreams.”
Max felt his blood start to boil, she had no right. His mother suggested they start the event cruises, she had not asked for permission to appoint an event coordinator the moment she got tired of playing hostess. Max pulled his phone out of his pocket and quickly dialed his mother’s number. It went straight to voicemail. He heaved a deep sigh and turned to Abby.
“That won’t be necessary, you can leave.” Max turned to leave for the helm when he felt her small hand grab his thick upper arm. Her touch was featherlight but burned like an iron brand.
“I’m sorry, Max. I promised your mother today would go smoothly, and no offense but you are in no mood to entertain, much less make decent conversation about the river.”
“You–do–not–work–for–me,” Max said through clenched teeth. “Get off my boat.”
Abby straightened her back, trying her best to make her tiny five foot frame seem taller. “I–will–leave–when–the–cruise–is–over. You don’t have to pay me, Max, but I am not letting your mother down. Think we can try to stay out of each other’s way for an hour?”
“We’ve managed to avoid each other for the past thirteen years, what’s another two hours?” Max snapped through clenched teeth.
He headed toward the helm and refused to admit that Abby had outdone herself. There was no last minute rush to make sure everything was in place for the cruise. Her laughter surrounded him while she readied the passengers to listen to his safety briefing.
This was going to be the longest hour of his life.
When Abby walked out of his life thirteen years ago he had fondly thought of her as the one who got away. But after months of heartache, and feeling lonely, he had remolded that thought into the one he never should have touched.
So then why was he already aching to touch her again?