登入The line rings twice before Stuart Lockwood answers. “Greg?” I immediately hear the concern in his voice. “Everything okay? Is Jen alright?” I smile softly despite my nerves. “She’s fine,” I say quickly. “She’s perfect, actually.” Stuart exhales audibly. “Good. You scared me for a second there.”
Monday morning arrives far too quickly for my liking. After the chaos and adrenaline of the weekend in Foxborough at the Gillette Stadium, waking up in bed next to Jen with the biggest smile on my face feels almost unreal. My body is still buzzing with leftover excitement from my victory, and every
For a moment, I feel that crushing guilt all over again. I don’t deserve her. I know that. But God, I love her. The song ends to roaring applause, but I barely hear it. Anxiety suddenly claws back into my chest, heavy and sharp. I turn away quickly and head back toward the pit. Focus. I need to focu
The stadium lights burn bright against the darkening evening sky, throwing silver across the packed dirt track and turning the haze of kicked-up dust into glowing clouds. The air smells of gasoline, hot rubber, sweat, and rain-soaked earth. To me, it smells like home. My chest tightens as I stand
My dad hugs me next just as tightly. “You’ve worked harder than anyone I know.” I laugh shakily against his shoulder. “I think I’m running purely on caffeine at this point.” “That sounds about right,” Chase calls from nearby. I immediately laugh as my brother pulls me into another hug. “You surviv
By Friday afternoon, I am fairly certain I have survived what could only be described as hell week. The past several days have blurred together into one endless cycle of stress and exhaustion. Exam after exam. Meeting after meeting. File after file. Paper after paper. Every morning starts before sun
Aboard the plane, I head toward the seat I assigned myself when a flight attendant stops me. “Excuse me, Miss. Your seat is this way. “They upgraded you to First Class.” Excuse me? They couldn’t have upgraded me. Could they?“You must be mistaken. I neither paid for First Class nor received informat
“I’m good, thanks.” I turn to walk away, but Greg stops me by grabbing hold of my arm, pulling me back toward him. “You still reading those smutty books that get you so turned on you become ravenous?” Blushing vigorously, I turn quickly and power walk back to duty-free.I can’t believe he remembers
“Jen, I know you’re crying. There’s no need to hide it from me. I am feeling the same pain and hurt you are. I hate the pain I caused you all those years ago. There’s nothing more I can do than apologize; that’s all I can offer until I can remember why I did what I did.”“Just drop it, Greg. It’s al
The 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 ow







