Jennifer Lockwood and Greg Davenport thought they would be together forever. Breakups and differences in hobbies couldn't separate them. But then came the phone and text that put an end to all that dreaming. He decided to go on a journey that she couldn't follow him on. Meanwhile, she ended up with her original plan of going to law school. Everything goes well for her until a devastating call leaves her shattered. Now she's left deciding. Deciding about her future, about what to say to the man in the bed in front of her, deciding whether she can love. While he falls in love with her, she's left with the memories of everything that happened before. Can she return to that life where her heart got broken, or is she forced to walk away and break his?
View MoreThe rest of the morning, the three of us have been on the phone with multiple people. The family lawyer, a private investigator, Greg’s father Nick, Harvard’s Dean of Administration, and my boss at the Boston office. It feels unfair involving Greg with this, but as his own father said, he has his own publicist and manager to deal with this, while I have no one, and it’s more slandering me than it is him. Greg did try and come back into the room to help deal with this problem, but my dad told him no, that he would, as Greg has people to do this for him. Very similar to what Nick said to me.That afternoon, I stuck to my guns and made it to the matinee showing of Titanique, and Greg graciously accompanied me. When we got to the theatre, the theatre manager upgraded our tickets to make it more accessible for Greg and gave us a free drink on the house. The upgraded seats were more comfortable and gave us a better view of the stage. Greg treated me to some small souvenirs, small enough tha
By the time we arrived at the arena, the minivan was already waiting for us with the doors open, helping us get on the road quicker. I am so grateful right now for this. When the driver spots us, he comes and helps with Greg, just as he told me to climb on in and get myself comfortable. It took the driver a little longer than before to help Greg into the vehicle, as he was saying he was starting to feel some discomfort. Once Greg was situated in a seat, strapped in, and his chair locked into place, the driver quickly hit the road back to our hotel.I didn’t want the ride back to be as quiet and as tense as it was coming, so I dig into my purse, pull out some painkillers, and hand them to Greg along with a bottle of water. “Here, take these, it should help with some of the discomfort until we get back to the hotel.”“Thanks, Jen, this is just what I needed.” He takes the pills and the water and takes them with ease. Watching Greg gulp down the water and watching that Adam’s apple bob u
JenThis is so nerve-wrecking. How does Greg stay so calm? How does he manage this stress? I thought I could handle stress with being a law student, but this is on some other level. The races were unbelievable and heart-clenching. When I thought one rider was in the lead, I was mistaken when they took a jump, a bend, or that hilly section. In Garrett’s last race, I didn’t know whether to breathe or blink; I was so captivated with the excitement that I didn’t want to miss a thing. I don’t know all the rules, so I don’t know if the stunt he pulled was dirty or not. I am just so happy for him with the fact that he is still in the running to win the entire event. I guess that’s a discussion I can have with Greg when we are on our way back to the hotel later.The final race is about to start. I’ll be happy when this night is over with. I have been getting dirty looks from Andrea every time she sees me near Greg, as well as all the other girls have been giving me disapproving looks when the
Jameson quickly wheels me away to our trailer so the boys can finish working on their bikes. “I can’t believe that psycho crazy bitch. How dare she say that we are engaged? I would never do that to Jen. We’re not engaged, are we?” I ask them, as the three of them would know more than I would about my so-called relationship with Andrea.“I don’t know what I can tell you, man, except that I agree with you that she is crazy. As far as we are aware, you never considered marriage with Andrea, as you said once in the past, ‘why marry her when I’m already married to my bike?’” Jameson said behind me as he stops me next to the roller tool chest.“I would say that wouldn’t I,” the three of us laugh as I help them out, passing them the tools they need and advising them on where to put the right amount of grease and oil on the springs on the bike. “But in all seriousness, am I engaged to her?” I plead for one of them, any of them, to tell me the truth.“No, you’re not engaged to Andrea, but abou
Randy came and found me and took me over to the team pit, where a table and a microphone are set up ready for me to make my statement. What I am surprised to see behind the table on a trailer and stand is a bike in disarray. That can’t be my bike, surely. The front of the bike is pointing upwards, and the front wheel is bent in half, and it’s scratched to fuck I don’t want to know the damage to the engine if this is the body damage.I nod my head for him to take me over to have a better look at the bike. Once I was situated in front of my bike, I reach up with my one good hand and place a hand on the bike. Closing my eyes, a memory flashes into my foggy brain, and it is as clear as anything. I remember talking to the guys in my helmet mic as I was approaching the final jump in our practice run when Will’s voice says through the earpiece ““Oh shit, I just remembered where I’ve seen that girl Carmichael is with in his Instagram posts.” I remember feeling pissed off that he brought it up
What I didn’t tell Jen was that when she was in the shower and I was resting, I made arrangements for a minivan to pick us up. I needed to make sure it was big enough so this fucking chair can go in easier than it did in that damn taxi. I hate seeing that look on her face when something so simple proves to be more difficult than it should be. Plus, I need it to be big enough for me to put my leg up on a seat. It was so difficult sitting in that cab for as long as I did. I thought the cast might have broken if I forced it anymore. When we finally got outside after weaving through the busy lobby, Jen tried to hail a cab again until I stopped her.“We don’t need to hail a cab, sweet cheeks.” She turns and looks at me, confused.“What do you mean by that?” Just at that moment in time, the minivan pulls up in front of us, and I point behind her for her to turn around and look for herself. “Greg, what did you do?”“When you were in the shower, making yourself more beautiful tonight, as you
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