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
Still, Ward was long enough in the game to know how the PR play went. She might just be better at her job than the others. He suspected that their initial encounter had confused her somewhat too. Understandable. Considering the shit show that was his current public persona, it was a world apart from the guy who’d paid for her coffee last week.
The stupid nice-guy stuff that always let him down.
It had been almost six months since Melanie left him. He’d met his photographer ex when she was taking team shots for an online sports magazine. Tall and blonde with hazel eyes, she’d immediately charmed him with her sense of humour and her blasé attitude about his jock status.
Things had started slowly, but once they’d started progressing, it had been pretty rapid and Ward had fallen hard. Before he knew it, he’d even found himself beginning to think about an actual future with her.
Like all good things though, it had come to an end. One night, when they were in his place watching TV, she’d turned to him and said, ‘There’s something I need to tell you.’
He still remembered how his stomach had tightened and he’d felt nauseous. Whenever anyone said something along those lines, it never, in his experience, led to a good outcome. ‘What’s going on?’ he’d asked.
Melanie hadn’t met his gaze. That was never a good sign either. As he’d sat there, waiting for her to respond, he’d felt his heart racing. He’d known right then, that they were through.
‘I’ve been offered a job in Chicago,’ she’d said. ‘It’s a permanent position at a magazine and the pay is double what I’m making right now. There’s so much opportunity for advancement too.’
His mouth had suddenly gone dry and it had taken him a few moments to answer. ‘OK. And how do you feel about long-distance relationships?’ he’d managed to ask.
Her bittersweet smile had told him everything he’d needed to know.
‘I’ve been down that road before, Ward. Maybe it works out at first but before you know it, we’re drifting apart.’
‘We won’t know until we try, though,’ he’d suggested stupidly. ‘Just because something didn’t work out in the past doesn’t mean it’s going to always be that way. For one thing, you’re dealing with me now and I won’t let you down.’
Melanie had given him the sweetest smile he’d ever seen, tears welling up in her eyes, and she’d leaned against him.
‘You’re a nice guy, Ward, but I just don’t see it happening. I’m going to be busy getting everything set up, and you’ve got the new season coming up too … Maybe when I’m properly settled in you can come and visit and we can talk about it?’