Mag-log inHe gives me an empathetic smile. “It could be more complicated than that. The reasons could be multifaceted or more nuanced than you thought.”I nod pensively, taking it all in. Once again, I’m grateful Grayson is with me to help me navigate this quagmire.I slip my hand into his. “Thanks for being
I chuckle as I stare at Grayson sitting next to me in our first-class seats.“Do you really think anyone’s going to be fooled by the baseball cap and shades?”He grins. “You don’t know your dad’s not tailing you. He seems awfully curious about your plans this weekend.”“Luther was just pissed that I
I drop my head and groan my frustration into my glass of pinot noir.What if our last hours were all an illusion, and in his mind, it really was the final goodbye? My heart sinks like a stone at the thought. I know it can’t go on, but I’m not ready for it to be over. Please let us have one more week
“Leave this work for the others. You are meant for so much more. You’re a Harrison, for crying out loud.”“Other people like who?” I say, careful to keep my voice down. The whole office needn’t know how much of a pretentious snob my dad can be. “We’re short-staffed as it is. Very few attorneys are w
It’s Tuesday morning, the first day I’ve awakened since Friday without Grayson Bennett in my bed. My mind is still reeling from this weekend, and my body has a pleasant ache one might have after running a marathon. Everything was so surreal, from Grayson showing up unannounced at my door to him admi
Her shoulders slump. “So, you don’t think that I should go see her.”“I just wonder if it would do more harm than good.” I rub my hands over my face. “Kind of like me overstaying my welcome.” I turn to look at her. I can already see the sorrow in those lovely eyes. “I should go now.”Her brow furrow
Camp Dredfort's gymnasium smells like leather, steel, sweat and determination. Everything about this place is sharp and focused—much like the woman walking toward me.Abigail Winchester moves with the kind of grace that makes you forget she could probably break your wrist without breaking a sweat. S
***Grayson’s office is all clean lines and polished steel—military efficiency with just enough warmth to make it livable. The scent of leather and old books hangs faintly in the air. He’s standing at the sideboard when I enter, two tumblers already waiting.“Colton,” he says, turning. “You sure you
Margo squeezes my hand and follows her out to an adjacent examination room, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the silent pressure of what we’re about to learn.Minutes crawl by. I pace. My eyes flick over the diplomas on the wall without absorbing a word. It’s only when I hear the door open agai
“Margo?”Trenton’s voice booms through the room like he’s halfway to a full-blown panic.“Jesus, I was about to file a missing person’s report again.”Margo rolls her eyes. “You did that the day I went missing, Trent.”“Damn right I did. You vanished out of my house after I got lured away by that fa







