Back Every Chance After
Chapters (106)
  1. Title Page
  2. Piracy Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Author’s Note
  5. 1. Grady
  6. Grady
  7. 2. Marnie
  8. Marnie
  9. 3. Grady
  10. Grady
  11. 4. Marnie
  12. Marnie
  13. 5. Grady
  14. Grady
  15. 6. Marnie
  16. Marnie
  17. 7. Marnie
  18. Marnie
  19. 8. Grady
  20. Grady
  21. 9. Marnie
  22. Marnie
  23. 10. Grady
  24. Grady
  25. 11. Marnie
  26. Marnie
  27. 12. Grady
  28. Grady
  29. 13. Marnie
  30. Marnie
  31. 14. Marnie
  32. Marnie
  33. 15. Grady
  34. Grady
  35. 16. Marnie
  36. Marnie
  37. 17. Grady
  38. Grady
  39. 18. Marnie
  40. Marnie
  41. 19. Grady
  42. Grady
  43. 20. Marnie
  44. Marnie
  45. 21. Grady
  46. Grady
  47. 22. Marnie
  48. Marnie
  49. 23. Grady
  50. Grady
  51. 24. Marnie
  52. Marnie
  53. 25. Grady
  54. Grady
  55. 26. Grady
  56. Grady
  57. 27. Marnie
  58. Marnie
  59. 28. Grady
  60. Grady
  61. 29. Marnie
  62. Marnie
  63. 30. Grady
  64. Grady
  65. 31. Marnie
  66. Marnie
  67. 32. Grady
  68. Grady
  69. 33. Marnie
  70. Marnie
  71. 34. Grady
  72. Grady
  73. 35. Marnie
  74. Marnie
  75. 36. Grady
  76. Grady
  77. 37. Marnie
  78. Marnie
  79. 38. Grady
  80. Grady
  81. 39. Marnie
  82. Marnie
  83. 40. Grady
  84. Grady
  85. 41. Grady
  86. Grady
  87. 42. Marnie
  88. Marnie
  89. 43. Grady
  90. Grady
  91. 44. Marnie
  92. Marnie
  93. 45. Marnie
  94. Marnie
  95. 46. Grady
  96. Grady
  97. 47. Marnie
  98. Marnie
  99. Epilogue
  100. Epilogue
  101. GRADY
  102. MARNIE
  103. GRADY
  104. Bonus Content
  105. From the Author
  106. Also by Jessica Sherry

As I get bumped by the people dancing next to me, I glance toward Ashe’s table, where he and Cora engage in a heated discussion, rendering them too busy to notice. Or they’re trying hard not to. It doesn’t matter. I meant what I said to Grady—they no longer have power over me. I feel free to be me. Free to love Grady. Free to be loved by him, too.

As the song trails to its gentle end, Grady switches seamlessly into the mellow bounce of Blackstreet’s “No Diggity.” Grady laughs sheepishly as the audience recognizes it.

“It was high school,” he shrugs.

Luke takes over the vocals, and the audience chimes in for the chorus. I like the way you work it. No diggity. I giggle like a middle schooler at a Taylor Swift concert, especially when Grady’s eyes find mine when he sings, “She’s a perfect ten.”

Everyone laughs while I blush. The crowd coos and cheers as they dance.

As that song ends, Grady switches to Tupac’s “Changes.” Luke is surprisingly deft at rapping—his voice pairs perfectly with Grady’s elaborate piano work.

And the crowd goes wild for it—it’s no longer a restaurant but a concert. “That’s just the way it is… Things will never be the same.”

“Excuse me!” Cora’s irritated voice again draws my attention as she pushes through the crowd with her party behind her. They’re leaving—their table sits empty, their drinks abandoned.

My smile widens, shifting my eyes back to Grady.

The song changes again, slowly. “Last one before the real band takes over,” he says. “Come here, Marina.”

I hesitate, but the crowd pushes me up there, cheering me on as I go. He takes my hand, pulling me around the instruments until I’m beside him. From this vantage point, I spot Wade, Christie, and Roy at the bar’s end, beaming at us and cheering louder than anyone.

“Help me get her to say yes to a second date, huh?” he grins, instigating the crowd as he starts playing “Iris” by the Goo Goo Dolls. I match his slow swaying beside him, my arm drifting naturally around his waist.

His fingers bang the keys. The crowd dances, lifting their drinks. It’s a celebration.

The song switches midway, transitioning perfectly into “Slide.”

I wanna wake up where you are… I won’t say anything at all… So, why don’t you slide?

His words fade, and the song transitions again into “Better Days”—a Goo Goo Dolls compilation that somehow makes sense though they’re three different songs.

‘Cause tonight’s the night the world begins again.

The words hit home as I stand beside the man I want to Super glue to my side for the rest of eternity. Tonight feels like a new start, a new world, a better us now that we’ve let each other in.