Chapters (55)
- TITLE PAGE
- TABLE OF CONTENTS
- PRAISE FOR K. BROMBERG
- ALSO BY K. BROMBERG
- COPYRIGHT
- PROLOGUE
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- EPILOGUE
- EPILOGUE
- COMING SOON
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
“Hear me out,” she says. “I’m not—we’re not going to judge you regardless of what decision you make. But we also know you and know you feel guilty if you even think you’ve hurt one of our feelings. So the question you need to ask yourself is how are you going to spend all this time with him, soak him up and cram months into weeks with him, and not let the guilt eat you alive while doing so? Because if that’s the case, then you’re going to be so preoccupied with it, your time won’t be of any quality.”
“I don’t know,” I mumble, more to myself than to them.
“Well, you have to know,” Brexton interjects. “If you’re going to be there and enjoy your time, you can’t be feeling guilty every damn second of it.”
And she’s right. I can’t. “Have any advice on how to do that?”
“There’s no easy answer,” Dekker says.
“Maybe you have to look at it like this,” Brexton adds. “If he’s not yours to begin with, then he won’t be that hard to lose when all is said and done.”
And I’m starting to realize that that’s what I’m afraid of.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Chase
I’M NOT SURE WHY I breathe a sigh of relief when I see Gunner’s name on my cell, but I do.
Somehow, I’d concocted in my mind that he found out who I was. Whether it be by osmosis or telepathy—or that he merely googled my name—and that he no longer wanted anything to do with me.
That’s what happens when guilt owns your every thought as you decide what you should do.
Or rather, when you know what the right thing to do is and you’re choosing to do the opposite.
I take a deep breath and answer it. “Hey, you.”
“Hi.” Chills chase over my skin at the sound of his voice.
“You working?” I ask. There’s the muted hum of music and talking in the background.
“Of course, I am. Just like I’m sure you are, researching your little heart out.”
“Aren’t we quite the pair?” I state.
“We are.” He falls silent, and I hate that I wait for the other shoe to drop.
“Gunner?”
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You seemed upset yesterday and I hate that I had to run to work without making sure everything was good. Then I got busy with inventory issues before heading to coach the games at The Center, so I wasn’t able to get back to you so . . . I don’t know, I was calling to check-in.”
That familiar ache is back beneath my breastbone.