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Only With You

Layla Hagen
Chapters (68)
  1. Copyright Page
  2. Table of Contents
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Five
  13. Chapter Six
  14. Chapter Six
  15. Chapter Seven
  16. Chapter Seven
  17. Chapter Eight
  18. Chapter Eight
  19. Chapter Nine
  20. Chapter Nine
  21. Chapter Ten
  22. Chapter Ten
  23. Chapter Eleven
  24. Chapter Eleven
  25. Chapter Twelve
  26. Chapter Twelve
  27. Chapter Thirteen
  28. Chapter Thirteen
  29. Chapter Fourteen
  30. Chapter Fourteen
  31. Chapter Fifteen
  32. Chapter Fifteen
  33. Chapter Sixteen
  34. Chapter Sixteen
  35. Chapter Seventeen
  36. Chapter Seventeen
  37. Chapter Eighteen
  38. Chapter Eighteen
  39. Chapter Nineteen
  40. Chapter Nineteen
  41. Chapter Twenty
  42. Chapter Twenty
  43. Chapter Twenty-One
  44. Chapter Twenty-One
  45. Chapter Twenty-Two
  46. Chapter Twenty-Two
  47. Chapter Twenty-Three
  48. Chapter Twenty-Three
  49. Chapter Twenty-Four
  50. Chapter Twenty-Four
  51. Chapter Twenty-Five
  52. Chapter Twenty-Five
  53. Chapter Twenty-Six
  54. Chapter Twenty-Six
  55. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  56. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  57. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  58. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  59. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  60. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  61. Chapter Thirty
  62. Chapter Thirty
  63. Chapter Thirty-One
  64. Chapter Thirty-One
  65. Chapter Thirty-Two
  66. Chapter Thirty-Two
  67. Epilogue
  68. Epilogue

Copyright Page

Only With You

Valentina & Carter ~ The Connor Family

Layla Hagen

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Only With You

Copyright © 2019 Layla Hagen

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Only With You

Copyright ©2019 Layla Hagen

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form, including electronic or mechanical, without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Copyright Page

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Epilogue

Chapter One

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Chapter One

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Carter

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“Carter, you’re doing it wrong. You’re supposed to make bows, not knots,” my five-year-old niece informed me.

Peyton sat on the dining table, dangling her feet, giving me a severe look while I worked the ties at the end of her dress sleeve.

“Guys, come on. I don’t want to be late on the first day. It’s a new school. I need to make a good impression,” April called from the hallway.

“I’m going to ask April to do it,” Peyton said impatiently.

“Okay. Off you go.”

I kissed the top of her head before helping her down. She skittered toward her older sister. I looked at my two ladies, smiling even as April rolled her eyes at me. She was almost fifteen. Eye rolling came with the territory. Peyton usually thought I walked on water, except when I couldn’t pull off the style she wanted... which happened all the time.

Once they were both ready, we headed to the underground parking lot of the building.

“What’s with the smug smile?” I asked April as we drove off.

“I love this car. People will notice it. They’ll think I have a cool uncle.”

I was driving the black Porsche this morning. I owned two other cars. What could I say? I had a weakness for automobiles.

“April, I am cool.” I attempted to sound serious.

“Umm... being on Forbes’s list of top whatever means you’re rich and successful, not cool. Plus, none of my friends read Forbes. Now, if you appeared on TMZ or Hollywood Reporter....”