Chapters (41)
- 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
- Epilogue
- Books by Corinne Michaels
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
“It’s your day off,” she says with her head cocked to the side.
His eyes narrow slightly. “Tomorrow is.”
“No, I’m like, one hundred percent sure it’s today since you’ve been off every Sunday and Monday since we started working together.”
“I didn’t realize it was Monday,” he says, giving his sister a pointed look.
She crosses her arms and raises one brow. “Really? How funny.”
Grayson’s attention turns to me. “How is your head?”
“It’s fine.”
“No headaches?”
It’s my turn to be irritated. “I’m great, but thank you for being concerned, boss.”
I can see that calling him that bothers him. “I’m just making sure.”
Stella takes a step toward him. “Why are you here?”
“I needed to check on the cottage, so I dropped Melia off at Mom’s for a few hours. I figured I’d check to see how everything else was going.”
“Right. Well, that was very nice of you—unnecessary, but nice.”
Grayson’s eyes meet mine, and my pulse accelerates. Why? Why do I feel this way when he looks at me? We’re nothing anymore, and I am not staying. The minute that I can travel, drive, move around, I’m out of here. I don’t want my stupid heart getting tied up with his again. It’s not good for either of us.
Stella’s hand taps my forearm. “Come on, we can go see a few of the rooms, each is a different theme now. A lot has changed since we were kids.”
I push down the feelings regarding Grayson and think about work. I’m here for a job, one that has given me a sense of purpose and I want to keep.
We move past him, and his fingers graze mine. The moment, which is so small and seemingly insignificant, somehow isn’t. It’s as though my heart knows that this man is what I need and there is no going back. My throat is dry, and I feel unbalanced. It was just a split second, but felt like a lifetime passed between us.
As we exit the room, I turn back to him, and as he flexes his hand, I wonder, what the hell am I going to do about this?
Dr. Warvel is extra observant today. Not that she normally isn’t, but there’s something unnerving about the way she’s watching me. It’s as if she can see things that I don’t want her to see, and I don’t like it.
“And how is it working with Grayson since it’s been about three days now?”
“It’s fine. I said that it wasn’t a big deal when I took the job.”
Her head bobs. “I know that, but it’s a completely different thing when it actually happens.”
“I only saw him that first day.”
“He isn’t working?”