Contents (64)
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- PROLOGUE HIM
- CHAPTER ONE AUDREY
- CHAPTER TWO CAT
- CHAPTER THREE AUDREY
- CHAPTER FOUR CAT
- CHAPTER FIVE AUDREY
- CHAPTER SIX CAT
- CHAPTER SEVEN HIM
- CHAPTER EIGHT AUDREY
- CHAPTER NINE AUDREY
- CHAPTER TEN HIM
- CHAPTER ELEVEN CAT
- CHAPTER TWELVE AUDREY
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN HIM
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN AUDREY
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN HIM
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN CAT
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN AUDREY
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN CAT
- CHAPTER NINETEEN HIM
- CHAPTER TWENTY AUDREY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE CAT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO AUDREY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE AUDREY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR HIM
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE CAT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX AUDREY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN HIM
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT CAT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE HIM
- CHAPTER THIRTY AUDREY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE CAT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO AUDREY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE AUDREY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR AUDREY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE CAT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX AUDREY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN AUDREY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT HIM
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE CAT
- CHAPTER FORTY AUDREY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE HIM
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO AUDREY
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE AUDREY
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR CAT
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE HIM
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX AUDREY
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN AUDREY
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT HIM
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE AUDREY
- CHAPTER FIFTY CAT
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE AUDREY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO CAT
- CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE AUDREY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR HIM
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE CAT
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX AUDREY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN MAX
- CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT CAT
- CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE AUDREY
- CHAPTER SIXTY MAX
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Unless someone stopped her.
“I can’t help you,” I said quietly, and pressed the pillow down over her face. “Not anymore.”
She struggled weakly, her pale limbs barely moving. My stomach shifted queasily. Was this really how Audrey Miller, the most sparkling, vivacious woman I had ever known, was going to go out? Not with a bang, but with a whimper? I closed my eyes, telling myself it would all be over soon. Then I could start putting the pieces of my life back together. I would make myself a priority, much like Audrey had always made herself a priority.
Dimly, I heard a scraping noise behind me. Still holding the pillow over Audrey, I opened my eyes and turned toward the sound just in time to see the bottom of the wine bottle swinging at my face.
CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE AUDREY
Nick set a cardboard box bursting with my clothing down in the center of the empty floor and looked around. “This is a nice place. Much better than that hole in the ground you used to call home.”
I set down my own box and surveyed the space, happiness flooding my body. My new apartment in a recently constructed building on the waterfront had floor-to-ceiling windows, which were a welcome change from the small, ground-level, bar-covered windows at my old place. More important, these windows were on the fourth floor—meaning no aspirational stalkers could be peering through them, watching me sleep.
“I know,” I said. “I should have held out for something like this the first time around. The doorman alone is going to be worth the cost of rent.”
“Just getting out of that basement is worth it. I always hated staying over there, and that was before I knew that nutjob was hiding in the shadows.”
I glanced at him. “I didn’t know you hated staying over.”
“It was the location, not the company,” he said, tousling my hair.
“Careful,” I said, bringing a hand up to protect the still-tender spot on my scalp.
“Sorry, babe,” he said, wincing. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “But … hey, Nick, are we okay? I feel like we’ve been waltzing around the elephant in the room.”
“Yeah,” Nick said, suddenly very interested in the toe of his sneaker. “I mean, if you can forgive me for calling you a bitch and all that other stuff I said, then, yeah, we’re okay.”
“I’ll forgive you for that if you forgive me for thinking you broke into my apartment.”
He looked up and laughed. “I don’t know, Aud. That was pretty fucked up.”
“Leave me alone,” I protested, pinching him. “I was really scared.”
“I know,” he said, catching my hands and looking at me seriously. “And I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I got caught up in my own bullshit jealousy. But you can count on me from now on, I promise.”
“Thanks, Nicky,” I said, stretching up on my tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. “I missed you.”