Your Heart & Mine のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Beloved Mayor Dies in Tragic Accident. The bold letters across his screen screamed at him. The traffic noise coming through the windows, the clacking of his assistant's nails on her keyboard, and the chatter of employees in the office all faded away. As if a switch had been flipped, the normal sounds were replaced by a roar in his head like a giant waterfall. He felt an icy chill skitter down his spine followed almost immediately by a burning rage in the pit of his stomach. He forced himself to look at the monitor again. There was no mistake. It was him. His picture was there in vivid color below the headline. Jonah Carrington, the man he had hated his entire life, the man who, ironically, had also set him on his path to success, was gone. God damn it!Wyck threw the first thing his hand touched, a stress ball, at the wall. It made a wholly unsatisfying, soft thunk against the sheetrock. He abruptly jolted from his seat and ran his hands through his carefully styled black waves in fr

In his dark suit, Wyck blended in with the shadows of the trees that lined the small cemetery. He'd felt the need to be there, to see her, but didn't want to intrude on the family. Not today.Generations of Carringtons were buried here. For a bit of privacy, he and Harper used to come out here and simply sit on a blanket and look out over the valley, sipping at a proffered bottle of wine from Jonah's wine fridge or some apple pie moonshine he'd bought off a friend. A smile tugged at his lips at the thought of Harper's first taste of the homemade brew."Oh my God!" She'd sputtered and coughed as the clear liquid ran down her throat. "How does anyone drink this stuff?" She rubbed a hand against her chest no doubt trying to quell the burning."You're supposed to sip it, not take a giant gulp," Wyck had said, rubbing her back and trying not to laugh. "Now you tell me!" She narrowed her beautiful eyes at him and gave him a little punch to the arm.He'd scooted closer to her and pulled her

"Harper! There you are. Come say hello to Mrs. Hash," her mother implored, reaching for Harper's arm to pull her into her orbit next to the long mahogany dining room table, a pleasant expression frozen on her face like a mask."Nice to see you, Mrs. Hash," Harper responded as expected. She tried for the same expression as the dark-haired woman dragged Harper's taller frame down to her for a hug."So good to see you, honey," Mrs. Hash murmured. "So sorry about your daddy. I know you'll miss him."Harper returned the hug then stepped back, thanking the woman. This dance repeated over and over again as Harper stood next to her mother. The voices started sounding like nothing more than bees buzzing around her head. Harper's mind wandered back to the meeting in the kitchen. Her eyes had refused to believe what they were seeing at first. It had taken several moments to recognize the tall man in the expensive suit and perfect hair but then she had zeroed in on the eyes. Those grey, storm-clo

"I don't understand," Harper repeated, hating the whining quality her voice was taking on. "How is everything gone? He owned half the town.""Your father was always a big risk taker, Harper," Mr. Morton tried to explain as they met the next morning. "All his life, he made things happen. He was one of the luckiest men I've ever known. Things always worked out for him…until the last couple of years." The man huffed a huge sigh. "He robbed Peter to pay Paul, basically, on that Point Lookout deal. He was convinced a resort there would take off and be worth it, that the mortgages on the various buildings and businesses were temporary. It's how he'd always done things."Mr. Morton's brow furrowed and he took a sip from the small water glass on his desk. "But this time, well, obviously it didn't. He started getting foreclosed on. At first, it was just a few small properties, so he wasn't too worried. He chided me when I expressed my concerns. 'I've got the Midas touch, Gordy, don't be such a

The next morning after breakfast with her family, Harper spent an inordinate amount of time trying to decide what to wear. "You're being an idiot," she thought to herself. "You're looking at a house and you're probably going to be in a coat the whole time anyway. What does it matter what you wear?"Still, she discarded outfit after outfit on her bed until she settled on a pair of dark, skinny jeans, a long, hunter green sweater and short, leather boots. She was pulling her hair into a ponytail when Brenna knocked briefly and entered the room."What hurricane blew through here?" Brenna surveyed the clothes all over the bed and chair in the room. Harper was usually fastidious, everything had its place. She'd never seen her big sister's room in such an upheaval.Harper's ears pinked. "I was just going through my closet trying to find something to wear. I'd forgotten how cold it gets here."She turned away from her sister's suspicious eyes as she continued hanging up clothes and putting