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
The next two weeks fly by in a blur—long days at the office, steamy nights with Perry, and enough wedding planning to make me want to elope to Vegas. Thankfully, Abigail’s assistant is an actual saint disguised as a human. If there’s a Wedding Planner Hall of Fame, she deserves her own wing.And now
My heart’s pounding like I’m about to argue in front of the Supreme Court, and all I’m doing is sitting in the back of a cab with gift boxes on my lap. But not just any gift boxes—these are carefully researched, crowd-sourced, kid-approved peace offerings for the toughest jury I’ve ever faced: Perry
My heart’s pounding like I’m about to argue in front of the Supreme Court, and all I’m doing is sitting in the back of a cab with gift boxes on my lap. But not just any gift boxes—these are carefully researched, crowd-sourced, kid-approved peace offerings for the toughest jury I’ve ever faced: Perry
The room glows softly with the ambient light of our laptops, the faint whir of their fans providing a soothing white noise backdrop to our shared hustle. I’m propped up against a battalion of pillows, one leg bent beneath me, the other acting as a perch for my laptop as I wrestle with the legal circ







