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
The valet takes my keys, and for a split second, I wonder if my hands are shaking. I curl them into fists at my sides as I step through the grand entrance, the glow of candlelight and polished wood meeting me like the opening act of a carefully staged play.I inhale once, long and slow.Be her.The
***Twenty-four hours have passed since that miserable prick, Preston, made contact with Grayson. Now, it's time to spring the trap on the bastard. We've taken a chopper to a location just outside New York City to make the call. Margo cradles the burner phone, dialing the number that'll draw him ou
The leg on the sofa wobbles just a little when Margo shifts her weight, curling her feet up beneath her. I smirk and glance down at the hastily reattached wood and the subtle scrape marks on the hardwood.“So,” she says, eyeing me over the rim of her teacup with a mischievous glint, “tell me again h
She pauses, her voice turning reverent. “He kept me alive when the world wanted me dead.”My chest tightens, emotion rising. “That’s… incredible.”She smiles now, a real one that softens the steel. “It wasn’t easy. My brothers were furious—shocked that I was still alive. But I had Grayson, and the K







