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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

“You don’t need our help, do you?” Felisha calls over her shoulder as the two girls take a spot on the couch.

“I don’t know about Harper, but I’ve seen your cooking skills, my dear,” Flynn yells to her, “so it would be safer for all of us if you stay right there.”

Harper replies straight after, “Hey, I baked a pie.”

And I can’t help but burst out laughing. “Oh, and wasn’t that entertaining. But I’m sure it will taste amazing later.” I wink at her from the kitchen.

“Asshole,” she yells back at me as I see Felisha grabbing her attention, and then there is a lot of whispering and hands moving in an intense conversation between them.

As Flynn and I finish unloading and he starts pulling out the pots and pans he needs for whatever he is cooking, he keeps side-eyeing me, and just as I’m about to leave the kitchen, he grabs me and drags me into the walk-in pantry.

“What the hell was going when I walked in here, just now?” Flynn and I are close but have never been this kind of close until the last year when everything with Felisha happened and he needed me. In a different way than he has leaned on me since he was a child. This was an emotional connection that we cemented, and it was something I didn’t realize how much I wanted until I finally had it.

“Nothing,” I say but don’t mean it.

“Bullshit. Try again. This is me you are talking to,” he replies in a loud whisper.

“I can’t talk about it,” I tell him, hoping that he drops it so I don’t have to break the decision that Harper came up with to keep this between us.

“You don’t have to. You’ve slept with her again, but this time it’s more, I can tell. The attraction was written all over both your faces when I walked in on whatever was about to happen.”

“Well, my advice would be don’t use your key going forward. Might be best if you knocked first.” I turn and walk out of the pantry before it looks suspicious and leave him there smiling like a Chesire cat and doing thrusting movements with his hips.

“Grow up,” I mouth to him.

To which he replies, mouthing back at me, “Never.” And I don’t doubt it.