Chapters (80)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Also by Melissa Hill and published by HQ:
- Note to Readers
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Keep Reading
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- About the Publisher
Hannah Ryan looked up from the note, still trying to take in her new surroundings and couldn’t help but seriously question her life choices. Here she was, mid-thirties and having to start her life over in another city, and a girl a decade her junior outright owned a newly refurbished Classic Six, one of two penthouse floor apartments in a landmark building on NYC’s Upper East Side.
She knew that ‘classic’ referred to the pre-war era when apartments of this ilk were built, and ‘six’ to the total number of rooms; a living room, formal dining room, separate kitchen, two full bedrooms and what would have once been servants’ quarters located near the kitchen and with its own bathroom facilities.
These homes were also famed for the architectural touches popular during the same period: hardwood floors, spacious rooms, high ceilings, eye-catching mouldings, grand entrance galleries and hallways to separate the spaces.
In short, Hannah was standing in a piece of New York history.
And while she might be leaving her LA life behind to start over on the East Coast, thanks to her client’s magnanimous offer at least she wasn’t homeless.
New York-based social media superstar Courtney Wilde was a priority client of Hannah’s employer Lotus PR, and whom she herself handled as West Coast liaison. The influencer had recently departed for a three-month-long tour promoting her latest book, Empower.
A few weeks ago, not long after Hannah’s world had been upended, prompting her transfer to the company’s New York office, she was meeting with Courtney at the Beverly Hills Hotel when she received an urgent call from her realtor informing her that the Brooklyn shoebox she’d initially set her sights on had fallen through.
‘And there’s nothing else?’ Hannah cried, crestfallen. Couldn’t anything go right for her these days? ‘No, no Manhattan is way out of my budget.’
Courtney had obviously been eavesdropping and when Hannah hung up, she said, ‘I’m gonna be nosy, OK?’
‘Sure.’
‘You need somewhere to stay in NYC?’
‘You might say that,’ Hannah admitted, biting her lip, unwilling to get into the specifics of her personal life. ‘It’s a little awkward because my ex … well, let’s just say I needed to get out of Dodge, so I asked for a transfer. And a change is as good as a holiday, yes?’ she finished brightly, hoping Courtney wouldn’t push for specifics. ‘But I’m not having much luck with finding somewhere.’
Thanks to her recent out-of-the-blue relationship implosion, Hannah had jumped at the chance of a fresh start at the company’s New York arm. But not so much at the prospect of wading into the city’s real estate market.