Lahat ng Kabanata ng If Tomorrow Never Comes: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

The rest of the night flew by quickly, but we had a wonderful time. In fact, it was the best time that I had in years. When he took me home, he walked me to my door and said goodnight, but made no effort to kiss me. The next day, I cancelled my appointments, took off from work, and spent the day with Curt, showing him Nashville. He had never been here before and he really seemed to enjoy the city. That night, he took me to Moto, an upscale Italian restaurant in Nashville.I woke the next morning, greeting Thanksgiving like an old friend. I showered and dressed in jeans and a silk shirt with a sweater, and my black boots. When I walked into the kitchen, Alanna was making herself a cup of coffee. “Morning,” I said as I pulled a cup from the shelf.“What’s so good about it?” Alanna teased, as she took a sip.I laughed. “Late night, huh?”She laughed, and then cringed as she placed a hand to her head. “You have

A moment later, Frank came into the room. “Where do you want it?” Frank asked, looking at the turkey on the table, confused.“Back in the oven,” Roxanne repeated. “The stuffing has to cook.”He lifted the turkey and placed it back into the oven effortlessly, planted a kiss on his wife’s cheek, and headed down the hallway. “Hey! What did I miss?” he yelled to the guys as he continued down the hallway.“Roxanne, are you happy?” I asked as I cleaned up the baby and took him out of his highchair. Immediately, he laid his head on my shoulder and started drifting off to sleep as I rocked him back and forth.She looked at me with a puzzled look on her face. “What brought that on?”I shrugged. “I don’t know. Just thinking, I guess.”She nodded as she scrutinized my face. She sat down across from me as she absentmindedly started shucking corn as Alanna mul

New YorkLogan “Excuse me,” I said, exhausted from having to entertain all afternoon and evening. Mom had insisted on inviting every important political figure in New York for Thanksgiving. And instead of it being a down-to-earth, informal occasion, my mother had insisted on black tie.“Are you well, dear?” Mom asked as she placed a kiss on the side of my head. “The Governor said that he wanted to talk to you about the water situation …”I let out a deep breath. “Mother, I’m exhausted.”“You aren’t having another relapse, are you?”“Mom, give it a rest,” I said as I walked away, leaving her standing in the foyer, surrounded by house guests, many that I didn’t even know. I walked up the stairs and into my suite, shutting the world—and my family—out. I had enough of wearing a plastic face, forcing smiles

I drove downtown as the sun began to peek through the dark blue sky, bringing on the day. Soon, I pulled to a stop in front of my office. I left my suitcase in the car and took my briefcase with me. My watch said it was eight o’clock, so Abigail, my secretary, should be in.I walked in, and Abigail was sitting at her desk. Her dark brown hair was pulled up into a chic ponytail and she wore a business suit. My secretary before had retired and I had hired Abigail to replace her a few years ago. Then, she had just graduated from college and I wanted to help her out. Over the years, she looked at me with interest upon occasion, but I had never responded. After a while, she gave up and things were strictly professional between us. But I considered her a friend as well as a colleague, even though we never spoke personally.“Abigail, I need you to cancel my appointments,” I said as I walked past her to my office, and she followed. This was our usual morning

He slid another drink in front of me, and then sat down with a box of seasoned French fries.“Well?” I asked as he devoured a few fries.He let out a deep breath as he watched me.I finished my first drink and set it aside, and then pulled the other in front of me. Then, I looked at him expectantly. “What’s going on?”He sat back against the seat and sighed. I held my breath as I watched him. Usually, Frank was up front with me about everything. I’d never seen him quite so reluctant to tell me something. He leaned forward and folded his hands on the table, the fries forgotten. “Logan’s alive.”My head began to spin, and I gripped the table for support. “Are you sure?”He nodded as he placed his hand over mine. “Yes.”“Oh, God!” I said as I leaned over onto the table.“Breathe,” Frank said, and then shoved my drink at me.