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
He lifts the rifle. Time fractures as he pulls the trigger.I dive.A deafening crack echoes through the room—followed instantly by total darkness. ***The plan to cut the power worked like a charm, plunging us into darkness, giving us a brief advantage.I open fire blindly, the muzzle flashes ill
4:11 a.m.My watch vibrates softly against my wrist—a quiet reminder that every second counts.We landed an hour ago. Darkness cloaks us, our silent ally. My team huddles around a laptop, the blue glow casting ghostly shadows across our faces as we pore over drone footage.“There,” I murmur, pointin
That’s who I want to have children with.I want Colton’s baby. I want his arms around me, not Preston’s. I want a little boy with Colton’s crooked smile and ocean-blue eyes. A house full of chaos and warmth, not this sterile, controlling fantasy Preston’s trying to force on me.Oh God, please let it
"Humor me," he retorts, his tone as dry as dust as he nudges me out of bed.Reluctantly, I swing my legs over the side and plant my feet on the cold floor. I miss the days when I could sleep without fear of someone invading my space like this. At least he's left off that damn ankle chain. But there







