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Breaking up is hard to do, as Kathleen Turner discovers. After a falling-out with her ex, high-powered attorney Blane Kirk, shes moving on the best she can. Unfortunately, someone from her past is set on revenge and nothing short of killing Kathleen will stop them. Keeping his brothers ex-girlfriend alive isnt something new to assassin-for-hire Kade Dennon, but this time can he protect her from himself? Shes a woman he cant convince himself to walk away from, no matter what it costs him. Regret is a constant companion for Blane as he realizes the truth behind the lies hes been told. Can love heal the past, or can some mistakes not be undone? Murder reunites Blane, Kade, and Kathleen as the police put Blane in their crosshairs. Blane may lose everything unless he and Kade can find the real murderer before its too late. But if they cant set aside their love for the same woman and work together, it will tear them apart. In Out of Turn, Kathleen is caught between two warring brothers, and the consequences may be fatal.

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Out of Turn

Kathleen Turner - 4

by

Tiffany Snow

For Nicole.

Thank you for always asking for more. Well, demanding, actually, not asking.

(And for teaching me that sometimes, the only word that will do is the F-word.)

CHAPTER ONE

No one had shot at me in weeks, or beat me up. I hadnt been cut, punched, or slapped. No one threatened me, stalked me, or stabbed me.

It was a nice change.

And thats what I kept telling myself as I headed to my car. It was mid-afternoon, and the humid heat of late June in Indianapolis made perspiration slide down the middle of my back under the thin T-shirt I wore. The backpack I carried didnt help matters any.

The air inside my white Toyota Corolla was stifling and sliding into it felt as though I were climbing into an oven. I rolled down the windows as I drove to my apartment, waiting for the AC to kick in. The air gusting through the windows was hot but cooled my sweat-dampened skin.

I thought longingly of the huge Lexus SUV Id had the brief privilege of driving. It had been a gift, a wonderful gift that Id have been happy to keep, if it hadnt cost so much to drive it. Gas was too expensive for me to justify driving the luxury carespecially when I sometimes wondered how I was going to pay my rentso Id sold it, using the money to buy a used Toyota and what was left to help pay tuition.

I had just enough time to feed Tigger, my cat, and jump in the shower before I had to leave for work at The Drop, a bar downtown. It was Friday night and with the heat, I was sure wed be busy.

In the summer, the owner of The Drop and my boss, Romeo, allowed the girls to wear black shorts and white T-shirts for our uniform. That would usually be a good thing, but Romeo believed sex always sells, so the shorts were nearly Daisy Dukes and the T-shirts tight, with plunging necklines. Not that I could be real choosy about it. I needed my bartending job at The Drop to pay the bills, especially since I was now taking classes during the day at the IU campus downtown rather than working for the law firm of Kirk and Trent.

Hey, Kathleen! Can you give me a hand?

Thats me. Kathleen Turner, and sometimes I really wished I was that Kathleen Turner. I bet she never had to worry about paying her electric bill. Cursed with the family legacy, I had been the last to be named for a famous Turner. My dad was Ted Turner, my grandma Tina Turner, and my cousin was William Turner, though he went by his middle name, Chance. Wish Id thought of doing that years ago.

Yeah, sure, I replied to Tish, a waitress at The Drop who was juggling one too many plates of food. I shoved my purse under the bar and hurried to help her take the dishes to a table of five.

I was right. The bar was busy tonight and I didnt have time to even think. I was grateful for that. I didnt want to think. If I did, Id remember.

Another round, please.

I jerked my attention back to my job, hurrying to fill the order tossed my way. By the time closing neared, I was nearly dead on my feet. Thank God. Maybe Id get more than three or four hours of sleep tonight.

Have some cheese fries, Tish said, sliding onto a stool and placing a laden plate on the bar. Im exhausted, she sighed, picking up a dripping French fry and popping it into her mouth.

I grabbed us each a bottle of beer and leaned against the bar. The cold, bitter liquid felt good going down. My hair had come loose from its ponytail, so I redid it, pulling the long strawberry-blonde strands up and off my neck. I hated when my hair got in the way when I was working but liked it too much to have it cut short. Along with my blue eyes, I thought it was my best feature.

Have some, Tish insisted, pushing the plate toward me.

I shook my head. No thanks. Im good, I said, and took another drink.

Kathleen, you drink too much and eat too little, she said with a frown.

I snorted, my eyebrows climbing. Yes, Mom, I teased.

Tish didnt smile back. Im your friend and Im worried about you.

Im fine, I dismissed. To appease her, I picked up a fry and took a bite.

She hesitated. You know, maybe you could talk to someone. I have this lady I see every once in a while

No, thanks, I interrupted, taking another swig.

But it may help

Tish stopped talking at the look I gave her, instead heaving a sigh as she ate another cheese fry.

I couldnt be mad at her, not really. She cared about me and was just trying to help. Once upon a time, Id have probably said the same thing. Come to think of it, I actually had given the same advice in what felt like a lifetime ago. And the recipient had reacted the same way I had.

Why the fuck would I want to do that?

Its just a breakup, I said to her, feeling bad now that she was worrying about me. Everybody goes through them. I shrugged and finished off my beer, tossing the bottle into the trash with a loud clunk.

Its just She paused and I raised my eyebrows.

Just what? I asked.

Youre different now, she said, looking slightly abashed. Harder, I guess. Colder. And I just really hate to see you that way.

Her words stung. I couldnt disagree with her, but it wasnt something I could fix right now. I needed an emotional distance from everyone, including myself.

Im sorry, I said quietly. I dont mean to be. I just cant

I know, she said, reaching out to rest a hand on my arm. I know you need to be in this place for nowjust dont let yourself stay there, okay? I miss the old Kathleen.

I gave Tish a weak smile, but I wondered whether the old Kathleen was gone for good.

Rough night, eh, ladies?

I turned to see that Scott, the other bartender for tonight, had grabbed his own beer and leaned against the bar behind me.

Good tips, though, I said, stepping away from Tish.

Scott turned the volume up on the television, sipping his beer while he watched. A familiar name froze me in my tracks.

Gubernatorial candidate Blane Kirk is back in Indy tonight attending a fund-raiser downtown after ten days on campaign stops throughout the state.

I felt as though someone had sucker punched me. My hands turned to ice. I couldnt take a deep breath. Even so, I couldnt stop myself from turning to look up at the television.

Blane.

Id avoided all newspapers and the television for three months. This was the first time Id seen his face since that awful day in March. The day hed accused me of sleeping with his brother and had broken our engagement.

If Id thought the passage of time would ease the blow of seeing his face again, I was very, very wrong.

I drank in the news footage, which showed Blane shaking hands with people in a crowd, the sunlight making his dark blond hair shine like gold. He had on a loosely knotted tie and a white shirt with the cuffs rolled back. His smile was gleaming white, dimpled, and perfect. A politician at his best. I noticed his smile still didnt reach his eyes, but then again, it rarely did.

The scene changed, showing Blane now in a tuxedo and entering the Crowne Plaza downtown. A woman was with him, his hand on her lower back. I watched, unable to tear my eyes away, as she turned and the camera caught her face.

Charlotte Page.

Dressed in a long gown of deep bronze, she exuded elegance and sensuality. Her hair was long and nearly black, her skin a warm olive. Id once likened her to Penlope Cruz and could see the description was still apt. She was a fellow lawyer in Blanes firm, and together they made a stunning pair.

I couldnt breathe.

I-Ive uhIve got to go, I stammered, making a frantic grab for my purse under the bar.

Yeah, sure. Ill close up, Tish hurriedly added. She frowned at Scott, but he didnt notice since he was still watching TV. I couldnt blame him. Id told only Tish the sordid details of my breakup with Blane.

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