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 glance at him, ready to leap to his defense if necessary. But Colton doesn't need it. He leans back in his chair, a half-smile playing on his lips."University degrees are valuable," he says with a nod toward Grayson and Abigail. "But some lessons only life can teach you."His voice carries a weig
Preston Vanderholt's place had once seemed impressive to me—lavish and ornate—but it pales in comparison to this. Suddenly, I feel a twinge of self-consciousness. My attire, chosen for comfort and style rather than grandeur, now feels woefully inadequate for what lies ahead.The helicopter touches d
Water cascades over our naked bodies, hot and soothing, as Colton's hands work the shampoo into my hair. His touch is gentle yet firm, like everything he does. The scent of citrus and sandalwood fills the steamy air, wrapping around us in a comforting embrace. I press my back against his chest, fee
The couch groans under us, my muscles flexing with each thrust. A whimper escapes her lips, her eyes rolling back in her head. She tastes sweet, like strawberries and desire, and her scent is intoxicating. I pound into her, harder and deeper, our bodies slapping against the couch cushions. Sweat dri







