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
“So did they end up with their happily ever after?” Her eyes are expressive and her smile is wide.
“I don’t know yet, but I plan on giving it a damn good try.”
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Chase
“I HAVE NO PROBLEM GOING to lunch with you, Dekker, but if you order some off-the-wall pregnancy craving again, I’m walking out.”
“What’s wrong with liking French fries with sweet and sour sauce?” she asks, as I do a mock gagging motion in my mouth.
“For that alone, I’m picking where we’re going,” I say and stop in the middle of our office building’s lobby to search on my phone for somewhere to go.
“Who the hell is that hot hunk of a man?” Dekker mumbles and nudges me with her elbow.
“You’re married and pregnant. Shouldn’t you be satisfied with your own husband?”
“I’m not talking about me. I’m talking about for you. Perfect rebound material at that.”
“I’m not interested.”
“But he’s walking this way.”
“Great. Good for him. He can keep on walking for all I care,” I finish, just as his shoes come into view. I keep my eyes focused on my phone and Dekker sucks in a breath. “Thanks, but I don’t want any,” I say without ever looking his way.
“Not even a dance in the rain?”
My breath hitches at the sound of his voice.
“Gunner.” My voice is a whisper as I look up to meet his eyes. God, I missed those eyes. The deep brown of them and the compassion and spark in them. “You’re here.”
He nods and his Adam’s apple bobs. “I don’t know what is up or down anymore since you picked up my world and tilted it off its axis. All I know is it’s not the same without you in it.”
A shuddered sense of hope begins to flutter.
“I’ve spent days, weeks, trying to understand what you did and how you did it. I don’t think I’ll ever understand the why behind it, but last night I came to realize the why doesn’t matter as much as I thought it did. The why is what brought you into my life. The why made me feel in ways I’d never felt before. You made me feel in ways I’ve never felt before.”
“I feel the same way,” I whisper. My heart beats so hard I feel like it’s going to fall out of my chest. “But before you say anything else, I have to tell you that you were right. I was there for the things you said—the dog and pony show and all that. For that, I’m ashamed and sorry because I never saw the other side of it. I never thought about how you’d see it. So you were right and I’m sorry. I’m not that person anymore—”