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For brave survivors, and for Nancy, Blitz, and Mom

Acknowledgments

For help in the creation of Yes , particular thanks to all the Dreamspinner

Press staff for dedication, encouragement, and hard work, to Reese Dante

for yet another amazing cover, and to Anne Barwell for a helpful and

encouraging early read.

From the Author

In this book, Luki Vasquez has cancer, but that’s not what this book is

about. Yes is about Luki and Sonny loving, learning, growing, living.

When I first told readers about this story, I asked, “What would you tell

Luki and Sonny to help them get through?” I’ve abbreviated a couple of

savvy responses.

From Clancy Ellis: Live each day one at a time, live as normally as

possible where treatment allows, and never stop showing you love and

care for each other.

From Kim Moore: No one has any idea how to handle these situations.

Not even the people right in the middle of them. You do the only thing you

can. Which is love and laugh, because what everyone needs the most is to

keep on living.

I truly hope you read Yes and enjoy it for the love story that it is. Thank

you.

—Lou Sylvre

Yes

Chapter 1

F IVE years since I’ve smoked a cigarette , Luki marveled. He still wanted

one every day when he woke up, and he ordinarily laughed at himself for

it. But now, it just wasn’t funny. Six years he’d been with Sonny—his tall,

dark-eyed, beautiful husband—five since the wedding, five since he

smoked. He’d stopped because Sonny cared. He’d stopped because after

they’d rescued themselves from a sociopathic bomber, it seemed stupid to

further tempt fate. He’d stopped because after Delsyn, Sonny’s beloved

nephew, died slowly from injuries to his brain, and after Luki and Sonny

had themselves narrowly escaped death on a mountainside, Sonny needed

to know Luki would be there.

“Stop smoking those fucking things,” Sonny had said. “I love you.”

Over and over he said it until Luki could no longer pretend not to

understand. So much had happened. Sonny had lost so much. He wanted

Luki to be his sure thing.

Luki had stopped smoking, but maybe he hadn’t stopped soon

enough.

Mom , he thought. The word conjured her image, or perhaps it was

the other way around, but there she was, smiling before him—at him—

with her wide Hawaiian smile and her jet-black hair falling down over her

shoulders in smooth waves. He buried himself, in memory, in the comfort

of her great, round bosom. Felt the strength of her arms, the sway as she

rocked him and sang a song of Lanai, her much missed island home.

But then he heard her cough. Felt her wracked body as she tried to

hold him when it was all she could do to breathe. Felt her soft, sagging

flesh, her bony arms jutting against him. For all that those arms had lost

their comfort, he’d hoped as a child they would hold him anyway.

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