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
AbigailI cover my ears to drown out the sound of the shooter's howls of pain. I keep reminding myself that he killed Gail and would have shot us all if he’d been given the chance. This is a kill-or-be-killed scenario, but I hate that I’m in the middle of it. I purposefully chose a life as far away
A powerful part of me longs to say yes, to give Molly her happy ending. Isn’t love supposed to conquer all, be forgiving, longsuffering, endure all things? I won’t deny that she’s claimed a part of my heart that will always belong to her.I lean in, elbows on the table as I stare into those fathomle
I nod, press the button. "Hello, if anyone can hear me, this is Grayson Bennett. Our plane went down, and we're in need of rescue."Her gaze shifts to me, a mix of hope and fear playing in her eyes. But the radio gives us nothing in return. Just that endless, empty static.I repeat my message three
“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







