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Chapters (80)
  1. Book Title
  2. About the Author
  3. Contact
  4. Dedication
  5. Chapter One
  6. HARPER
  7. FORREST
  8. Chapter Two
  9. FORREST
  10. Chapter Three
  11. HARPER
  12. Chapter Four
  13. FORREST
  14. HARPER
  15. Chapter Five
  16. HARPER
  17. FORREST
  18. HARPER
  19. Chapter Six
  20. HARPER
  21. FORREST
  22. HARPER
  23. Chapter Seven
  24. HARPER
  25. Chapter Eight
  26. FORREST
  27. HARPER
  28. FORREST
  29. HARPER
  30. Chapter Nine
  31. HARPER
  32. FORREST
  33. HARPER
  34. Chapter Ten
  35. HARPER
  36. Chapter Eleven
  37. FORREST
  38. Chapter Twelve
  39. HARPER
  40. Chapter Thirteen
  41. FORREST
  42. Chapter Fourteen
  43. HARPER
  44. Chapter Fifteen
  45. FORREST
  46. HARPER
  47. FORREST
  48. Chapter Sixteen
  49. FORREST
  50. HARPER
  51. Chapter Seventeen
  52. FORREST
  53. HARPER
  54. Chapter Eighteen
  55. FORREST
  56. HARPER
  57. FORREST
  58. HARPER
  59. FORREST
  60. Chapter Nineteen
  61. HARPER
  62. FORREST
  63. Chapter Twenty
  64. HARPER
  65. FORREST
  66. Chapter Twenty-One
  67. HARPER
  68. FORREST
  69. HARPER
  70. Chapter Twenty-Two
  71. HARPER
  72. Epilogue
  73. 6 Weeks Later
  74. 2 Years Later
  75. 4 Weeks Later
  76. That Day Book Excerpt
  77. Chapter One
  78. KURT
  79. Also by Karen Deen
  80. Acknowledgments

“Want to explain that reaction?” Amanda reaches over and places her hand on my arm, softly because my family knows I don’t like touch, but I’m not sure if they know why. We never talk about it.

Shit, how do I get around this?

“Mum would never cope with that. Dad left for America and was killed. If you went there, she would worry every minute of every day. You can’t do that to her. Plus, we would miss you. I mean, who will get me the best tickets to concerts and organize Amanda’s hen’s party?” I know I’m talking too fast and using my mother as an excuse, but I don’t know what else to do.

“Whoa, that’s a bit dark. Plus, I was just making a comment because I hate the cold. What the hell is wrong with you?” Rachel never holds back what she is thinking. I think it comes from being the youngest and trying to be heard in the family.

“Nothing. I just think that would be a dumb idea. Your life is here.” My brain is spiraling at the thought of my family in danger, and it’s making me sweat. I don’t feel great.

“Sweetie, are you okay? You look a bit pale.” Amanda now looks concerned.

“Actually, I don’t feel well. Sorry, I think I need to go home.” Grabbing my bag, I pull cash out of my wallet and put it on the table. “You two stay and get another drink on me. I’ll talk to you soon.” Standing, I start to walk away.

“I’ll stop by your apartment later to check on you,” Amanda calls to me.

“No… umm, in case it’s contagious. I’ll message you. Thanks, love you both.” I’m trying to talk calmly when I can feel that my anxiety is starting to rise to a level that is not healthy. I’m breathing too fast and feel a little faint. Calling for a Kentwall car to take me home, I take a seat just inside the restaurant’s door, waiting for it to arrive. My thoughts are going over and over again, thinking about this guy and what he wants from me. They tell me it’s just a money thing, but what if it’s more? What if it’s a revenge thing?

I don’t want to feel this unstable again.

Why is this happening?

I’m not a child anymore, I’m a grown woman who helps to run a multi-billion-dollar business on a daily basis. I can put any man in his place with just words, and I have paved a way for myself in this world, supporting my family too.

I need to ignore all of this.