Chapters (80)
- Book Title
- About the Author
- Contact
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- HARPER
- FORREST
- Chapter Two
- FORREST
- Chapter Three
- HARPER
- Chapter Four
- FORREST
- HARPER
- Chapter Five
- HARPER
- FORREST
- HARPER
- Chapter Six
- HARPER
- FORREST
- HARPER
- Chapter Seven
- HARPER
- Chapter Eight
- FORREST
- HARPER
- FORREST
- HARPER
- Chapter Nine
- HARPER
- FORREST
- HARPER
- Chapter Ten
- HARPER
- Chapter Eleven
- FORREST
- Chapter Twelve
- HARPER
- Chapter Thirteen
- FORREST
- Chapter Fourteen
- HARPER
- Chapter Fifteen
- FORREST
- HARPER
- FORREST
- Chapter Sixteen
- FORREST
- HARPER
- Chapter Seventeen
- FORREST
- HARPER
- Chapter Eighteen
- FORREST
- HARPER
- FORREST
- HARPER
- FORREST
- Chapter Nineteen
- HARPER
- FORREST
- Chapter Twenty
- HARPER
- FORREST
- Chapter Twenty-One
- HARPER
- FORREST
- HARPER
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- HARPER
- Epilogue
- 6 Weeks Later
- 2 Years Later
- 4 Weeks Later
- That Day Book Excerpt
- Chapter One
- KURT
- Also by Karen Deen
- Acknowledgments
“Fuck no. But the look on your face was worth it.” I laugh as I walk to grab myself a bottle of water too.
“I thought you said you weren’t funny.” She pulls her legs up onto the couch where she is sitting and makes herself comfortable.
“Oh, I’m hilarious,” I say, taking a sip of water, and then continue. “Now, since I won this game and the match, by winning two out of the three games, I think that entitles me to two questions. So here is the first one.” Watching her about to protest my two questions, I step closer and lean over to place my finger on her mouth which stops her completely. A little gasp of air between her lips is enough to turn the heat up a notch in my body. “What is your favorite food, and I swear to God, if you say a protein shake, I’m going lose my shit, woman.”
“It’s not fair if you tell me I can’t answer truthfully,” she responds with that glint in her eyes that she gets when she is about to be a smartass.
I slap my forehead playfully.
“Okay, okay. If you are talking serious adult food, then I would have to say a perfectly cooked steak, medium, with mashed potatoes and some steamed vegetables and a nice sauce over the top. I know it’s not what you were expecting, but I grew up in a house where meat was on the menu a lot. But if you are talking about what’s my favorite indulgence food, it’s going to be a weird one, but it’s a perfect piece of carrot cake with the cream cheese icing on top. Oh, nothing beats it with a hot cup of tea.” I can see her tasting it on her tongue while she thinks about it.
“You’re right, it’s not what I was expecting, but I wouldn’t say it’s weird. Where is the best place to buy your carrot cake?” I’m expecting some little boutique bakery somewhere she has been on her travels.
“Don’t laugh, but it’s Pret, you know the sandwich chain shop. They come in these perfect little packages.” She looks a little shy at her answer.
“Of all the places you have traveled in the world and your indulgence is from an English sandwich chain store. Why?” I’m so curious to know.