Drawing the Line

By Josephine Kent

Corvette Ford and Brody Andrews have been best friends since the day she recruited him to be her personal hero on her first day of Kindergarten.

Now they're both much older, but it appears as if only Brody has grown wiser. Corvette is the one constant in Brody's love-life, because every one of his breakups was caused by her refusal to let their friendship die.

Brody's ready to settle down, but he's not ready to lose another woman, or his friendship with Corvette. He's drawing the line. Either he convinces the woman with the most staying power that she really wants to stay with him; or he goes on with his life without her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Josephine Kent
• Release date: Nov 16, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301022038

Josephine Kent

Josephine Kent is single, and a bit cynical, but, she's an ever hopeful, romantic. Having yet to meet Sir Lasting means that he could be anyone. While Josie'snot necessarily hunting for Mr. Lifetime Worthy, she knows that the world is full of awesome guys, and is enjoying the view as she wonders just what her own T. Love might really be like; and what type of woman could really love him.When she's not falling for the guy she happens to be writing about, the truest loves of her life are daily lunch dates with Bob Ross, cooking pretty petite edibles, and conversations with her six nephews. In her dreams she is a great mathematician, a budgeting diva, a do-it-yourself maven, and a bohemian fashionista. In reality, she's numerically dyslexic. She always ends up spending the money saved from budgeting. Her do-it-yourself fails are often epic. And she still hasn't quite mastered the art of mixing prints.If you'd like to contact her, please do so at [e-mail] or on her blog at http://josiekentwritesromance.blogspot.com. She'd love to hearfrom you.Please, feel free to leave comments when possible.

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Drawing the Line

by Josephine Kent

Romance/Short Story

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Copyright ©2012 by Josephine Kent

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Dedication

For Mummy. Thank you for understanding that a girl usually knows where she's going. She just doesn't always know how to get there. Thank you for being there to nudge me along the way when I get distracted, or forget the right direction. Sometimes, when I'm standing still, and you are nowhere near, I feel that nudge. Thank you for teaching me self-motivation, and the ability to find reward in everything I do. I am proud to have written this book because you loved the heroine, and you are proud that I published it. I love you.

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Cover by: Sergossa

Chapter 1

I have a theory about why I no longer like to turn on the light, turn on the stove, turn on the heat, or leave my apartment anymore. Corvette Ford studied her feet, noting sourly that they needed a little moisturizer. Then, she shrugged and tossed back the shot of 30 year old brandy her friend Brody had just poured for her. She swallowed it like it was water.

Brody winced but poured her another one. Corvette looked like she needed it. You're shouting, Vette, he warned mildly.

I’m unemployed, she whined - not for the first time tonight. And ironically, she waved the teacup of alcohol around. Why a bachelor owned a dainty teacup and not a shot glass or snifter she could not say. I’ve actually gotten fatter now that I am unemployed. It’s because I can only afford salt and flour to make dumplings for those desperate times when my conscience won't let me mooch off you. Over course of their friendship, her conscience hadn't kicked in all that often. But lately, as her circumstances had gone from excellent to worse, she'd found it easier to just avoid Brody. She leaned forward and swished a few droplets over the side of the teacup. Never one to waste, she used the tip of her tongue to lick the residue from her hand. Brody's face took on a peculiar look, but Corvette paid it no mind. Brody was peculiar.

"I thought about applying for a job at Old Navy the other day. When I went to get an application, the manager was just the right age to be my kid sister’s granddaughter. Bro, I can’t have a boss that’s a third my age."

You're still shouting, Brody reminded her. Any minute now, his neighbors would start banging on the walls. His expectation was founded on precedent. Besides, you're only thirty-five.

Corvette blinked at him a few times before her lips parted in a loud wail. And my ass looks it. Is that what you mean? I look like Rosie!

Brody removed the glass from her hand before she could spill another dollop on his white carpet. His furniture wasn't arranged weirdly because of feng shui. No, he had his dear friend to thank for the sofa sitting in front of the balcony doors, and the side table sitting in the middle of the room. He'd made a mental note years before to make sure and put down those busy restaurant-style carpets on the floors once he bought his dream home.

Rosie the Riveter was kind of hot, he shrugged, assuming that was who she referred to. Corvette did have a solidly muscular thing going on. About a decade before, she'd been an All-American athlete, and she still had