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
"Too soon?" I whisper, my voice barely more than a breath.Perry blinks, the confusion melting into something softer. He opens his mouth as if to speak but closes it again, leaving the air thick with unspoken words. My pulse quickens, fear and regret twisting in my gut. Have I blown it? Has the mome
We sit in comfortable silence for a moment, the weight of shared understanding between us. Then, Perry's face brightens. "But let's talk about something more cheerful. Are you a fan of Frank Herbert's Dune series?"My eyes widen. "You're kidding. I love Dune!"He grins. "A woman after my own heart.
The cab pulls up to the Bismarck Hotel, its grand facade a welcoming sight amidst the chaos of the storm. We step out, and the doorman ushers us into the bustling lobby. The tension in my shoulders eases at the familiar high-end atmosphere.The clerk hands Perry two key cards with a weary smile. "En
“Hey, that’ll teach’em,” I snicker. “Never come between a doctor and his liquor.”“Said the workaholic attorney.”“Ha, touché,” I say and decide I like the mischievous glint he gets in his eyes when he’s being cheeky. I’m going to enjoy our verbal sparring all night.Now it’s his ringtone that sound







