LOGINHe 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
I rake a hand through my hair, pacing. Every breath feels like I’m inhaling fire. “He said something else—right before the call ended. Said you haven’t told me everything.”She stares at me, stunned, like I’ve struck her. “What?”“His exact words were, ‘If you knew the truth about her, you might not
“Let me take care of you,” I murmur.She nods.I cradle the back of her head as she leans back, letting the warm water kiss her skin, her hair fanning out like flame. I reach for the bottle of her favorite shampoo, the one that smells faintly of wildflowers and something sweet like vanilla.Pouring
The hospital fades into the rearview mirror, a place of sterile lights and hushed voices. Margo's beside me, her body tensed like a drawn bowstring. Her phone buzzes. Once. Twice. Then it erupts into a cacophony of notifications that pierce the silence between us."Preston," I mutter at the onslaugh
I freeze mid-step, my hand still resting on the cool metal of the door handle. Debra looks momentarily taken aback, surprise registering on her face before she masks it with an understanding smile."Alright," she says softly, urging Jack and Dory to follow her with a gentle touch on their shoulders.







