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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

Though Hannah wasn’t a hook-up, he mused darkly, resolving to call her first thing tomorrow and ask her straight up what the deal was. She wasn’t a puck bunny – or whatever the golf equivalent might be.

But mostly because this wasn’t just jealousy on his part.

Smarmy video stunt aside, Ward knew it in his bones that Kendrick was bad news. And for her own sake, Hannah needed to stay a million miles away from a dick like that.

Chapter 51

HANNAH

Rob sauntered into the apartment like he owned the place and made a big show of presenting her the flowers before shoving his hands in his pockets, a knowing smile on his face as he took in Hannah’s state of dishevelment.

‘Sleeping in this morning?’ he teased, all the while taking in the space and offering an appreciative whistle. ‘Nice digs. Very nice. Quite the bachelorette pad …’

‘How the hell did you get up here? The doorman …’

‘Is a huge fan,’ he interjected and yes, of course, she should have guessed that Rob’s charm ensured that the waters parted for him wherever he went.

Which presumably explained how he’d found out where she was living too. No doubt a quick call to someone in the New York office would have easily done the trick. Especially when the rumour mill had ensured that many in Lotus PR were aware of his and Hannah’s history …

Two years before, Rob had signed with the LA office after winning his first big Major and was looking for ways to boost his brand.

‘Less Rory McIlroy and more Grayson Murray,’ he’d told them, grinning. ‘I want to cause a stir.’

Hannah initially had no qualms about taking him on as a client. Blond and blue-eyed, Rob hailed from San Diego, and had that easy, laid-back Californian charm that wooed his fans (especially those of the female variety), appealed to sponsors, and made him a quickly revered figure on the PGA tour. He had charisma and star power written all over him and she’d been excited to be the person who propelled him to new heights.

Needless to say, that charm ended up working far too well on her too.

From the outset and by mutual agreement they’d decided to hide their relationship – it was not a good look, professionally speaking. Even though the agency didn’t have any strict company policies against dating clients, Hannah was deeply mindful that it was something you simply shouldn’t do if you wanted to be taken seriously.

Rob seemed happy enough to go along with her need for secrecy and, for a while, things felt comfortable and steady – they kept a low profile as a couple and simply enjoyed being in each other’s company.