MasukHe 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
When the world finally snaps back into focus, we stumble toward the bedroom—two tangled humans running on hormones and zero shame. We collapse onto the bed in a glorious heap, sheets a mess, limbs a mess, hair a situation. My heart pounds in sync with his, and for one blissful moment, everything out
I nod, voice suddenly husky. “Let’s do dessert back at my place.”He flags down the waiter so fast I’m pretty sure she left skid marks.In the cab, I slide into his side and inhale his scent—clean soap, expensive cologne, and something uniquely Perry. He wraps his arm around me, fingers playing in m
My face must be glowing with the tantalizing memories of that night. He definitely earns the nickname Dr. Hot. I giggle. “As I recall, you had a pretty good time yourself.”“The best I’ve had in a very”—he closes his eyes, letting the word stretch into something sinful—“very long time.” When his gaz
The night is crisp and clear, the kind of autumn evening that makes Manhattan flirt with you—glittering lights, cool air, and just enough magic to make you believe anything could happen.Dr. Perry Haught arrives promptly at seven, because of course he does. His light brown hair is perfectly tousled,







