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
Mads shrugs, waving off the praise. “The goal was compliance, not trauma. I extract what I need and get out as quickly as possible.”Sebastian's chuckles. "Mads, babe, you're as efficient as you are beautiful. I never stood a chance the day you rescued me from that car accident."That's right. That'
Grayson.His expression is pure, focused concentration.“Don’t worry,” he says, calm but sharp. “We’ve already released Colton. He’ll be joining us shortly.”I’m too stunned to speak as he helps me out, one arm steadying me. My knees wobble, but I nod.They throw Preston into a black SUV and Grayson
He smiles. “These men don’t answer to the badge on their shoulders. They answer to me. One word, Margo, and Colton has an ‘accident’ in the back of a transport van. Understand?”I stare at him, barely breathing.He means it.I feel it—radiating off him like poison.Across the room, Colton’s gaze fin
“I always said you belonged with me, Margo.”I nod, giving him a smile full of regret and just a flicker of hope. “If we’re going to move forward…and I'm to feel secure, I need to know that your dad won't be a problem.”He tilts his head.“I need to know what you did,” I say softly. “To protect us.







