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Chapters (80)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Also by Melissa Hill and published by HQ:
  4. Note to Readers
  5. Dedication
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Chapter 38
  44. Chapter 39
  45. Chapter 40
  46. Chapter 41
  47. Chapter 42
  48. Chapter 43
  49. Chapter 44
  50. Chapter 45
  51. Chapter 46
  52. Chapter 47
  53. Chapter 48
  54. Chapter 49
  55. Chapter 50
  56. Chapter 51
  57. Chapter 52
  58. Chapter 53
  59. Chapter 54
  60. Chapter 55
  61. Chapter 56
  62. Chapter 57
  63. Chapter 58
  64. Chapter 59
  65. Chapter 60
  66. Chapter 61
  67. Chapter 62
  68. Chapter 63
  69. Chapter 64
  70. Chapter 65
  71. Chapter 66
  72. Chapter 67
  73. Chapter 68
  74. Chapter 69
  75. Chapter 70
  76. Chapter 71
  77. Keep Reading
  78. Prologue
  79. Chapter 1
  80. About the Publisher

‘Sumners never had any intention of dropping me. He just enjoyed me and Bernie dancing to his tune, pretending he gave a crap about my public image, all the while using tonight’s so-called welcome back as the perfect vehicle to bring in Prince after firing Coach Lewis.’

‘No, Coach Lewis was truly concerned about your future – Bernie told me that. They certainly didn’t set you up, Ward, no one who cared about you would do something like that,’ she reassured him, although after what just happened, she knew that wasn’t true in Sumners’ case. The man was successful for a reason, primarily because he was a cut-throat vulture who, unlike Ward, knew how to play many different games. The way things had gone down in there certainly did feel like a public ambush, and she couldn’t blame Ward for being angry.

‘Come on, let’s take a walk,’ Hannah suggested, linking her arm in his and guiding him down the stone steps and into the park. Though it was late, the path closest to the streets was well-lit by the overhead lantern lighting, and the trail was illuminated even further by nearby buildings surrounding the space. The trees and glistening light reflections in the dark lake had a natural calming effect, which she hoped might work its magic on Ward.

‘I can’t do this, Hannah,’ he said after a beat, his body still shaking with anger. ‘I can’t work with JP again. He has this way of getting right under your skin, making you feel worthless …’

‘Maybe yes, when you were younger and still figuring out who you were. But you’re a different person now, a grown man. Not some kid that’s so easy to mould into whatever tough-guy messed-up idea he has, or thinks the world has. I heard him talk back there after you left. He’s a relic, Ward. From a bygone age.’

‘Nah, I know the guy. He won’t rest until he breaks me. That’s how he operates. You heard what Sumners said. The wildcat’s been neutered?’

His jaw clenched so tightly she thought it might explode and she winced inwardly, reminded of the fact that much of her recent efforts in helping him tone down his old ways was responsible. And that Ward himself had expressed concerns that his new and improved nice-guy image might be going too far.