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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

Hannah stopped in her tracks, debating whether or not to read it now or wait ’til after the event. She hadn’t heard from Ed for a while, and was concerned he might’ve heard some of the ruckus with Rob that night and been annoyed by the noise. Despite the thaw, he was still a cranky old man who could turn from hot to cold in a heartbeat.

No, she didn’t need any more distractions. With all that had happened lately, her emotions were fragile enough and tonight she really needed to be on top of her game.

Whatever this was, it could wait.

Chapter 58

WARD

Ward waited for the limo to stop before he jumped out to open the door for Shelley. Waving goodbye to her mom and her cute-as-a-button five-year-old, she exited her place in the Bronx looking nervous – a first for her, he noted chuckling.

She fidgeted with the bodice of the dress a little before moving her hand to her shining tresses, tapping her hair gently to check whether everything was staying in place.

‘Do I look OK?’ she asked him tentatively, and Ward gave her a lopsided grin, totally unfamiliar with this side of her.

‘You look incredible.’

This had all turned into something that they hadn’t planned, but he was glad to have her by his side. There was never any denying that Shelley was a showstopper – and it wouldn’t be hard for her to play the role of pro athlete girlfriend tonight – she fit the mould, for real or otherwise.

The driver pulled away and headed back towards Manhattan to the Hudson Yards venue where Hannah was waiting for them.

He glanced out the window at the city streets, thinking about the night ahead. He wasn’t entirely sure yet how he and Shelley were going to backtrack when all was said and done, especially after appearing in front of the press together, but he would think about that later.

He chuckled inwardly. But he was really interested in what Johnny would have to say about it once his buddy saw the pictures show up.

Shelley interrupted his musing.

‘So this red carpet thing …’ she began. ‘I’m not gonna lie, I’m nervous. All those cameras flashing – people shouting, this is not exactly my wheelhouse. What should I do? How do I stand? I’ve only ever seen celebrities on TV. I never thought I would be the one doing this stuff – especially since I’m not a celebrity.’

‘Red carpets are bullshit,’ Ward grunted.

‘Wow. Thanks for calming my nerves.’

‘No, I mean, yeah, they are actual bullshit. Nothing but a circus, and award ceremonies are fake and scripted too. I’ll be with you all the time though, so all you have to do is smile, take a step, look at the cameras, smile and then repeat that about a thousand times. That’s all there is to it.’