Mag-log inJason slammed the door of his Porsche shut harder than necessary, then strode up the front steps.He'd left work later than he'd wanted to, and now, he wasn't sure he'd be able to catch Anna alone.The double doors opened on the second ring of the doorbell, revealing one of the staff members. Jason recognized her as the one who usually attended to Anna."Good evening, Mr. Knight. Welcome home," she said, stepping aside.Jason nodded and strode past her, only to stop in the courtyard when he noticed that neither Anna's balcony nor her bedroom was lit. He turned back to the woman and gestured toward the balcony."Has she gone to bed?"She shook her head. "Anna's having dinner with her family."Jason paused, turning fully to her. "Her family?" Then he remembered why Clara hadn't been able to meet with Elena that afternoon. "Her mother?""Yes, sir.""I see. Inside or outside?""Inside, sir.""Thank you." He was already striding toward the house.His steps slowed as he crossed the living r
"Anna, you're home."Anna didn't look at Elena. She barely registered the concern in her voice. She stood frozen by the door, watching her mother uncross her legs and lean forward on the couch."C'mere, child. Sit." She patted the space beside her, the easy smile still on her face.Anna crossed the room slowly and sat beside her mother. Only after she'd settled into the seat did she realize what she'd done. She quickly set her shoes down and slipped her aching feet back into them. Then she straightened her spine, squared her shoulders, and tried to salvage her hair by running her fingers through it.Only then did she meet her mother's gaze, searching her face for a sign she couldn't quite identify. "I had no idea you were coming." She flattened her palm against her clothes instead of gripping them as she wanted to. "I—I could have—"Her mother reached out and brushed Anna's hair over her shoulder, and Anna resisted the urge to move away."Oh, don't be so tense, dear." She tucked Anna's
The strange flutter in her stomach hadn't gone away. Neither had the uneasy knot in her chest, which had settled there after Jason leaned against her and whispered those words.I'm sorry.A chill ran down Anna's spine as his voice echoed in her ears, the memory of his warm breath against her neck almost unbearably vivid. She turned towards the car window and rolled it down, exhaling heavily as the morning air rushed in.He'd muttered those same words last night as he curled into himself. Had they been for her as well?Us, Anna.And yet, I keep coming back. Like an addict crawling back to the same thing he knows could destroy him, knowing exactly what it'll cost him and doing it anyway.Anna squeezed her eyes shut, willing his voice to recede from her head. Instead, she saw the anguish in his eyes as he spoke those words. It had broken her heart, leaving her aching to comfort him.For once, he hadn't brought up the pregnancy. He'd acknowledged the possibility of an us. It had taken eve
Jason glanced around the room with a frown, then back at the startled woman in his bed. "This was still my room the last time I checked."Wasn't he supposed to be the drunk one with a splitting headache here?He watched as she took in the room, the horror on her face deepening by the second. Her gaze dropped to the duvet still clutched in her hands like a lifeline before she shoved it away as though it had burned her.Her gaze flicked over him, then away so quickly that Jason almost missed it. "This...""Guess I should be the one asking that question." Jason stepped closer to the bed and tossed her phone onto it. She stared at it for a moment before her gaze returned to him. "Is there a particular reason you're in... my bed?"The question must have come across as an accusation, because the horror on Anna's face quickly gave way to a scowl."I'm not here to seduce you, if that's what you're worried about," she snapped.Jason's frown deepened. "I never said—""I'm just going to leave." A
Ouch.Anna wrinkled her nose as the smell of alcohol and cigarettes hit her again, stronger this time. Something beneath her groaned and moved, making Anna frown. She shifted her hand and felt warm skin over hard muscle.Was she lying on top of—Anna scrambled to her feet and hurried backward. She switched on her phone's flashlight, using it to find the wall switch. Jason raised a hand to shield his eyes from the sudden glare of light, mumbling unintelligibly. Anna stared at Jason Knight in shock. He was on the floor, shirtless and drunk, his phone beside him as he mumbled like a child.What in heaven's name was he doing on the floor?Unable to help it, she laughed softly, covering her mouth to muffle the sound."You really did trip and fall." Her laughter vanished as the words she'd just uttered registered. She hurried back to his side and dropped to her knees, her nose wrinkling at the smell. “Jason?”He stirred at the sound of her voice. "Turn that damn light off," he muttered.Reli
…What the hell just happened?Jason stood rooted to the spot in the kitchen long after Anna's footsteps disappeared upstairs. His body still hummed with the electric energy of her presence. Slowly, his hands lifted. The fingers that had held her chin, that had felt the frantic beat of her pulse beneath his thumb, trembled slightly. He clenched them into tight fists, his knuckles turning stark white as he tried to force his body back under control.His skin felt too tight, his clothes too suffocating. He reached up with a jerky, impatient movement, tugging the top buttons of his shirt loose, desperate for cool air against his flushed throat.The sound of someone clearing their throat at the door snapped him out of his daze. He glanced toward it to find the two staff members from earlier still standing there. He cleared his throat once and walked past them, heading upstairs.He needed a cold damn shower."Sir."He didn't stop.“Would you like me to have your dinner brought upstairs, sir
“What in God's name am I doing?” Anna muttered, staring at her reflection in her vanity mirror. Grabbing makeup wipes from the box on the table, she wiped the lipstick on her lips. It was bad enough she had styled her hair in a sleek low bun, applied mascara and lined her eyes. But she was for the
Jason's grip on Anna's wrist as he steered her to the hospital’s stairway was firm but careful. The stairwell door swung shut behind them, sealing with a muted thump, cutting off the noise from the hall.It was quiet—underused, as always. The fluorescent lights above were harsh and their footstep
The car slowed to a stop in front of the hospital's emergency entrance, the red lights washing over the windshield.Anna was already reaching for the door before the engine died off. Jason's hand on her arm stopped her. She turned to him, her finger still on the door handle—he had a puzzled look o
With a hesitant hand, Anna clicked on the email. A block of dread settled like lead on her chest as she quickly skimmed the email. Subject: Eastwood High — Class of 2014 GatheringHi Anna,I hope you’ve been well.We’re organizing a small reunion for the Eastwood High Class of 2014 and are reachin







