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 nod, press the button. "Hello, if anyone can hear me, this is Grayson Bennett. Our plane went down, and we're in need of rescue."Her gaze shifts to me, a mix of hope and fear playing in her eyes. But the radio gives us nothing in return. Just that endless, empty static.I repeat my message three
Of all the damn luck, I had to be on this trip when I needed to be back in Chicago tomorrow morning to close the Mulholland merger deal. The deal will fail if I’m not there to vote in favor of it. I was discussing the matter with my dad, Senator Paul Bennett, when the plane suddenly bucked, slamming
Now, Gail approaches with a needy, desperate look in those pale blue eyes. She’s a pretty little thing but mostly annoying and useless in this situation. Back home, girls like her come a dime a dozen.“Are we moving off?” She looks around at our things. “I can get packed and be ready in a minute,” s
I nod, press the button. "Hello, if anyone can hear me, this is Grayson Bennett. Our plane went down, and we're in need of rescue."Her gaze shifts to me, a mix of hope and fear playing in her eyes. But the radio gives us nothing in return. Just that endless, empty static.I repeat my message three







