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
After a grueling day of depositions, I return to my Upper East Side apartment, a haven for young professionals like myself. As I approach my door, a beautiful bouquet of flowers catches my eye. The card reads, "Looking forward to dinner tomorrow night, Perry."A smile tugs at my lips. “As am I,” I w
I'm not going to lie, it was one hell of a connection. The late-night talk, the belly laughs, and the sex – Oh. My. God. If it weren't for the part about having a baby, I'd jump at the opportunity to help him get his trust fund and advance my career in the process."Perry, I left without a word beca
My brain short-circuits. “I—what?” I splutter with all the incredulity his suggestion deserves.“Wait, just hear me out,” he urges softly. “I'm not a nutjob, I swear it. But I do think we can really help each other out here. Just let me explain. Okay?"My guard is up as he pulls out his phone as if
A stickler for punctuality, I stride into the café right on time, the click of my heels echoing against the polished floor. I’m dressed to the nines in my best designer suit, armor for the battle ahead. The fabric hugs my curves just right, a powerful reminder of who I am—Emory Bradford, attorney at







