LOGIN“There’s my emotionally unstable princess,” Sav announces sarcastically. Selena snorts. “You two are never allowed to leave me alone with my thoughts again.” I stand and wrap her into a quick hug. “That’s what we’re here for.” “Also,” Sav adds, standing too, “we’re about to spend an unreaso
Morning sunlight pours through the curtains of my suite at Hotel ZaZa, dragging me slowly out of sleep. For a few peaceful seconds, I stay curled beneath the blankets, warm and comfortable, half dreaming about Greg’s voice from the night before. Then reality returns. Dallas, Texas. Flights home toda
“No,” I agree softly. “That’s what makes it worse.” Greg nods grimly. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then Greg leans back against the couch cushions. “Well,” he says carefully, “my day was significantly less emotionally traumatic.” I narrow my eyes immediately. “That sounds suspicious already.
By the time I finally return to my room at Hotel ZaZa that night, the city outside has transformed into a sea of glowing lights and distant music drifting up from the streets below. Dinner with Sav and Selena stretched on for hours. What started as a simple meal turned into cocktails, desserts we ab
“You don’t have to thank us for existing,” I tell her firmly. Sav nods. “You’re stuck with us.” Selena looks emotional for a second, but quickly covers it with a smile. “Lucky me.” The three of us slide out of the booth and gather our bags. I am still laughing at something Sav said as we start tow
The afternoon Texas heat wraps around Sav and me as we climb out of the cab and make our way toward the small Mexican restaurant Selena has picked for lunch. The place sits on a lively corner in Uptown Dallas, bright colored tiles decorating the entrance while music drifts softly through the open do
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







