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Warning: This story contains graphic language, a touch of voyeurism, anal sex, and husband-and-wife
lovin’ in lots of sinful positions. Have your significant other handy!
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Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
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Taking Chloe
Copyright © 2009 by Anne Rainey
ISBN: 978-1-60504-575-7
Edited by Linda Ingmanson
Cover by Scott Carpenter
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Taking Chloe
Anne Rainey
Dedication
For my husband. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.
Chapter One
She couldn’t have stopped the tears even if she’d wanted to. Seeing their honeymoon pictures had
pushed her over the edge. They’d been so happy on the trip to Hawaii. Everything had felt right,
blissful. Two years now and she still didn’t understand how things had gone so wrong.
Chloe grabbed a tissue from the box next to the bed and dabbed at her eyes. Damn it, why couldn’t she
be stronger? Just smack Merrick upside his thick skull and force him to see what he was doing to their
marriage? To her!
The eye-opener had come a month ago to the day. She’d woken up and rolled over and he’d been
gone. At work on a Sunday morning. She’d known then that her life had slipped right on by and her
husband was a ghost. A shell. She’d spent that awful day remembering every moment of the past two
years and she’d come to a heartbreaking conclusion. She was married in name only.
Merrick’s entire life revolved around his business. The success of Vaughn’s Business Solutions
mattered more than anything. She’d stupidly thought marriage would change him. Make him slow
down. She’d been wearing some serious rose-colored glasses when she’d imagined them tying the
knot and him working less. She’d had visions of the two of them spending more time enjoying life,
enjoying each other. Maybe even talking about having kids. She’d deluded herself into believing she
could sit him down and have a conversation, straighten things out. He’d listened, sure, but then he’d
gotten a call on his cell and the discussion had come to an abrupt stop. He’d kissed her and promised
to talk about it later. She’d waited and waited, but later never came.
A full thirty days later, here she sat, clutching her resume in her hand and wishing her husband would
spend his Sunday with her instead of with client files. Chloe swiped at her eyes and threw the damp
tissue across the room. It was time to take action. No way around it now.
She’d used the day to pack and cry. When Merrick had hurried out the door right after breakfast, she’d
begun making plans. Hearing him explain that there were things that needed his immediate attention,
swearing to come home early, had been the last straw. Enough already. The past several months had
proved to be quite an eye opener. Merrick would never slow down. She’d had her wake up call, now
it was time to get a backbone and deal with the prospect of spending the rest of her life without him.
Chloe stood and looked around the bedroom. Their bed, their dresser, their closet, she’d be leaving it
all behind. And because she worked at his company, she’d be forced to get a new job as well. Unless
by some miracle he’d come home and see what she was doing and talk her out of it.
“There you go again,” she muttered. “Ever the optimist.” Chloe sighed and tucked the resume into her
suitcase, then zipped it shut. She wheeled it out to the living room and placed it by the front door.
Now all she had to do was sit and wait for Merrick.
She went to the refrigerator and poured a glass of water. Just as she brought it to her lips, she heard
the squeaky motor of the automatic garage door.
Oh, God, I don’t have the strength!

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