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Chapters (39)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for Fight or Flight
  3. Praise for New York Times bestselling author Samantha Young
  4. ALSO BY SAMANTHA YOUNG
  5. Epigraph
  6. One
  7. Two
  8. Three
  9. Four
  10. Five
  11. Six
  12. Seven
  13. Eight
  14. Nine
  15. Ten
  16. Eleven
  17. Twelve
  18. Thirteen
  19. Fourteen
  20. Fifteen
  21. Sixteen
  22. Seventeen
  23. Eighteen
  24. Nineteen
  25. Twenty
  26. Twenty-One
  27. Twenty-Two
  28. Twenty-Three
  29. Twenty-Four
  30. Twenty-Five
  31. Twenty-Six
  32. Twenty-Seven
  33. Twenty-Eight
  34. Epilogue
  35. Acknowledgments
  36. Readers Guide
  37. Excerpt from FIGHT OR FLIGHT
  38. About the Author
  39. What’s next onyour reading list?

“And . . . it’s the hope, Roane. No matter how many times she disappoints me, that stupid, fucking useless hope won’t go away. It won’t listen to reason. Because she’s not a bad person. She’s a really good person, funny and sweet, with a big heart. She just has this huge weakness . . . and I don’t know how much more my heart can take.”

He pulled me back into his embrace, his lips against my temple, and I clung to him. I’d met him just a little over four weeks ago, and yet I felt like I’d known him my whole life. Like he’d been waiting here for me my whole life.

“What do I do?” I whispered, clinging to this human life raft he offered. “I don’t know what to do. Do I walk away for good or do I try again?”

“I wish I could give you an answer.” His voice sounded husky, as if abraded by a wound. Like he was hurting for me. The thought made my heart ache even more. “But only you can decide that, Evie. The good thing is, you’re here. You’re not there. And you have time to make that decision. You don’t have to make it right now. Just be here, Evie, with me. Your mum, Chicago, all of that . . . for once it can wait. Until you’re ready. Just be here with me,” he repeated in a whisper.

I held on tighter, inhaling Roane’s now familiar scent, feeling his hard strength wrapped around me.

The ache in my chest settled, dissipated.

“I can do that,” I whispered in return.

His embrace tightened.

Eleven

As if the weather gods knew today was a big day for Caro, the sun was out, the sea breeze was held in check by the buildings surrounding us, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.

It was Market Day.

For the past few weeks, Roane had been dropping off leaflets at shops and with acquaintances, advertising Market Day. The hope was that they’d spread the news.

Apparently, they had.

The streets were lined with cars before we’d even finished setting up our stalls. The residents had agreed for us to block off Main Street for our market, so they knew if they wanted to drive out of the village today, they’d need to take the back road through the woodlands.