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
‘Do you accept my apology?’ he pressed. ‘Honestly, Hannah, I know you and Kendrick have a history, but . . .’ Then he trailed off. ‘I know I don’t have any right to ask and your relationship is none of my business, but I just need to know, after everything, are you OK? With him I mean?’ She’d still been glancing at the door, but his heartfelt tone brought her back to the present. ‘You’re important to me,’ he continued earnestly. ‘Your happiness is important to me. And now I’m worried that I put you in a difficult position.’
‘Well, it wouldn’t be the first time, would it?’ she remarked, the words out before she could stop them, but catching sight of his expression she relented. ‘I was just teasing. I get that your intentions were pure. You were just trying to be the good guy – no, you are the good guy.’
Ward leaned forward in his seat, waiting for her to say more.
Taking a deep breath, she added, ‘Yes, I forgive you.’
Of course I do. How the hell could I not when you’re looking at me like that?
‘Thank God,’ he said softly, emotion thick in his voice. He put his hands on the table and Hannah had the sudden urge to cover them with her own but knew that would be wildly inappropriate. Yet somehow the mood between them had shifted, something had intensified, and she glanced at the door again, now wishing that Ed wouldn’t show up after all.
‘Anyway,’ she said, her voice becoming light as she realized she needed to wrap this up, ‘all’s well that ends well. Rob got what was coming to him. Your career is going to be fine, better than fine, since the whole world now adores you.’ She smiled and then added, ‘I just hope you and Shelley are—’
‘I am not with Shelley,’ Ward interjected quickly. ‘Let’s clarify that once and for all.’ Hannah furrowed her brow, suddenly confused. She opened her mouth, additional questions on her tongue, but he stopped her. ‘I have never been with Shelley,’ he said, his tone measured, searching her face for a reaction. ‘She’s my personal trainer, a friend who agreed to come to the ceremony as my plus one after you pretty much strong-armed her into it that day here. You assumed we were together for some reason . . . You created that narrative.’
Did she? Hannah searched through her memory trying to put the string of events in order, and realized that he was right.
‘I was happy to go along with it, though,’ Ward admitted. ‘I was embarrassed after that night in the park and ashamed too. Especially when you’d told me you were with someone, with Kendrick.’
‘But I wasn’t, I mean we’d split up by then but it was all a bit messy and confusing still and then he turned up at my place unexpectedly and …’