LOGIN“I agree with Victor. I mean, look at the way they’re staring into each other’s eyes. And look,” I say, pointing to the caption. “They’re planning on a Christmas wedding. Why would she announce that, if she’s planning to dump him for Grayson in a few days?. I’m afraid Mr. Bennet might be the one in
I go to the door to let him in.“Victor,” I say cheerfully, “Come in, come in,” I say embracing him and letting him kiss my cheeks.“How is little Xavi doing?”“Oh, you know, the great thing about kids is that they’re so resilient. We’re thinking about having a couple of sessions with a therapist, j
As I stare at them, I know, life doesn’t get much better than this. And I’m so unbelievably thankful to have us all safe under the same roof.The awkward moment came when we had to explain that the doctors hadn’t been able to save Mika. Our sweet boy wept for her as we held him in our arms.He’d loo
We shower together and tenderly make love to each other. Both are just so thankful to be back in each other’s arms. Too excited to sleep, I check the monitor for the hundredth time to confirm Xavi is still there. Satisfied, I turn over to find Sebastian lying on his back staring up at the ceiling.
“Right, maintain the status quo.”“Only now, I’m ready to put a fucking hole in Carson’s head. How do I know you didn’t set this whole thing up from the start to paint Carson as the villain? Maybe you want him out the picture so bad, you’re hoping I’ll take him out for you.”Grayson raises his hands
When I’m close enough, Bennet steps forward, extending a hand.“Grayson Bennet.”His handshake is firm, but not crushing like in some juvenile show of power.“Sebastian Petrosky,” I reply and sit in the seat he indicates across the table from him.“So, you attended Princeton,” I say, letting him kno
“Come on, Grayson,” I say into the night air. “Please come back.” I’ve never been a huge fan of the great outdoors. When it came to camping, I was more of a let’s rent a nice five-star cabin kind of gal. Sleeping under the stars was not my idea of a good time. The notion of sleeping alone under the
"Hi Mommy," she says, and the dam breaks.Tears cascade down my cheeks as I gather her into my arms, her small body fitting perfectly against mine. "Hello, my little love," I choke out between sobs.Declan watches us, a complex storm brewing in his blue eyes. Once my tears subside enough for words t
I bristle at it but bite my tongue. Better to play along as easy-going Lisa, the non-descript businesswoman who happened to have the same misfortune of being on this flight. He's already in a grumpy, irritable enough mood. He'd completely lose it if he found out that I'm Abigail Harrison — Luther Ha
The chill cuts through my coat as I step out of the car, my breath misting in the air. Seven weeks. It's been seven weeks since that bullet tore through me, since the sirens and chaos. I pull my collar tighter around my neck and glance up at the Metropolitan Detention Center, a cold, gray monolith a







