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Chapters (30)
  1. Chapter One
  2. Chapter Two
  3. Chapter Three
  4. Chapter Four
  5. Chapter Five
  6. Chapter Six
  7. Chapter Seven
  8. Chapter Eight
  9. Chapter Nine
  10. Chapter Ten
  11. Chapter Eleven
  12. Chapter Twelve
  13. Chapter Thirteen
  14. Chapter Fourteen
  15. Chapter Fifteen
  16. Chapter Sixteen
  17. Chapter Seventeen
  18. Chapter Eighteen
  19. Chapter Nineteen
  20. Chapter Twenty
  21. Chapter Twenty-One
  22. Chapter Twenty-Two
  23. Chapter Twenty-Three
  24. Chapter Twenty-Four
  25. Chapter Twenty-Five
  26. Chapter Twenty-Six
  27. Epilogue One
  28. Epilogue Two
  29. Books By Natasha Madison
  30. Acknowledgments

“You can stop talking about now,” I say, and for the next fucking hour, she doesn’t stop dancing and neither does Olivia. And when one of the guys from the side moves up to Olivia and puts his hands on her hips, I know Casey’s going to lose his shit.

“Shit,” Beau says from beside me. Grady is already halfway to the scene when Casey says something to the guy. He turns around, and you can see he’s drunk as he sways and then attempts to punch Casey. “Get Kallie. I’ll take care of this,” Grady says and I nod at him as we make our way closer.

Casey ducks and then punches the man in the jaw, making his friends jump in. Grady gets into it with a couple of them as I make eye contact with Casey who nods at me. He grabs Olivia by the hand and drags her out at the same time I get to Kallie’s side and grab her around her waist, pulling her out right before the guy from before tries to grab her.

She looks over her shoulder in fear until she sees it’s me as the brawl continues. I think someone throws a chair before we make it to the parking lot. “You can let me go now,” Kallie says, trying to push herself away from me. “Jacob, you can let go.”

“I knew this was a bad idea.” I don’t let her go, and if I could toss her over my shoulder and run to my truck, I would. I see Casey’s truck take off, and he looks at me and nods. “Told him it was a bad idea.”

“What the hell, Jacob?” she says, and with my hand on her skin, I don’t see anything else.

“You could have gotten hurt in there,” I say when I stop beside my truck and open the door, finally letting her go, “but did you stop and think of that?”

“It’s none of your business,” she hisses.

“Get in the truck, Kallie.” I don’t give her enough room to do anything but get in the truck.

“No fucking way,” she says and looks around.

“Fine by me,” I say. Picking her up, I put her in the truck so fast she is in shock. “I dare you to run,” I say, getting so close I can feel her breath on my face. “I didn’t catch you eight years ago,” I say, my eyes going to her parted lips as her chest rises and falls, “but I’m not going to make that mistake again.”

Chapter Sixteen

Kallie