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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

I take one last deep breath as I reach my apartment building. I can feel the sheen of sweat all over my body. I never take a slow casual walk, it’s more like a power walk to burn up the heavy weight of the day on my shoulders. Most of my business associates wouldn’t recognize me in the black cotton gym shorts, a black t-shirt that hangs loose on my chest, not showing my physique anywhere except my biceps, where it hugs them tight. A plain black cap pulled down low so no one knows it’s me. I just want this time of day to be mine and not be caught up in trivial conversation, or even worse, being dragged into a business conversation when that’s the whole reason I’m out walking in the first place, trying to forget that world.

“Hey, Ferris.” I give my doorman a nod as he opens the heavy glass door for me. He is more than just a doorman, doubling as security for the residents, and nobody gets past him unless they have permission. We have four guys that rotate on shifts, but if there was one of them I would want to stand in front of me in a dangerous situation, it’s Ferris.

“Mr. Taylor, been out pounding the pavement again, shaking off the day?” He offers his half-smile which is all you ever get.

“I’m a creature of habit, Ferris. Have a good night,” I answer as I hit the call button for the elevator, and thankfully, it is down at the basement, so only a floor away. I just want to get upstairs and get into a hot shower.

“Nothing wrong with that,” he replies and then wishes me good night as well.

The chime sounds, and as the doors open in front of me, I feel my chest tighten.

“Harper,” I greet her as I step in, and she smiles at me but not with any real life behind it. Her black hair and dark brown eyes are such a contrast on her face tonight. She looks a little pale and not quite her normal self.

“Forrest. Guessing you haven’t come from a meeting,” she says, looking me up and down as the doors close behind us.

“Funny. No, just clearing the head,” I grumble back.

There is something about Harper that makes me wary.

She certainly has flirted with me enough times to let me know she is interested, and although I think she’s beautiful, she reminds me of my brother, just in a female body. Never going to settle down, full of confidence, and not afraid to be the joker in the room. Pushy, but I can tell she uses that to her full advantage in her job and is amazing at what she does.