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
He says this with finality as if the decision has been made, the grand patriarch has spoken. Given his newfound fatherly endearments, I haven’t the heart to disabuse him of his notions just yet. After the dust settles, I’ll simply inform him that there is no way in hell I’d ever go to work for him o
"Don't worry," I glare back. "You're already forgotten."He storms off toward the chopper, but not before I see the way his eye twitches at my barb. Yes, Grayson's pissed as hell at me for lying and for being made to feel like the butt of a cruel joke. But even more so, I think he's furious that we
The dreaded moment arrives, feeling like I'm plummeting to the ground in a busted airplane.Anguish mars Grayson's face, making me want to cry, knowing I caused it. He doesn't even know the worst yet."Grayson," my voice trembles, "I never meant to deceive you. I never expected to develop feelings f
But we finally catch a break when someone finally hears us and responds:“Yes! A rescue team is out searching for a Grayson Bennett in the Appalachian foothills, in the Nantahala National Forests along the southeast end of the Nolichucky River.”“This is Grayson Bennett! We’re at a campsite along a







