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
Part of the ruse was that we’d renovate the bathroom in my apartment to have a reason for me to move out of my home. But of course, nothing ever goes to plan. There have been problems with the plumbing and then the rot they found in the walls when everything was stripped out. At first, I was frustrated, but instead, Felisha made me look for the positive. Which was to do a bigger renovation of my whole apartment, although there was nothing wrong with it, except for the bathroom apparently. A change is as good as a holiday, they say. That’s the thing when you have money, I tend to spend it on the unnecessary things, just because I can.
My workdays are fast becoming so intense since Felisha took over the company from her father, and feeling like I don’t have a single moment to breathe, I decide it’s a perfect time to put a full apartment renovation into the mix? I mean, being Felisha’s second-in-charge of her boutique hotel and property business is something we have talked about since she hired me straight out of university to work as her assistant, but I always told her that she didn’t have to promote me to that position when she became the big boss. To which she would just roll her eyes at me and reply, “Who else can read my mind and put up with me like you do?” And she’s right.
I’m sitting in my office tonight, still trying to finish off a few emails that need to go out before I leave and then make some decisions on tiles for the foyer, paint color for my bedroom, and the carpet for my walk-in closet. My brain is on overload and that is not like me. Even hiring an interior designer doesn’t take away all the decisions that need to be made, and to be honest, I’m a perfectionist, so I want the final say on everything. After all, this is my home, and I want to love every single part of it. I don’t want to be sitting there at night after the renovation is complete, looking at the little details that annoy me because I didn’t take the time to fix them in the first place.
My office door opens, and Felisha’s head pops around the corner of it.
Life has been so much better for her now that her and Flynn’s relationship is out in the open. It was an awful time when it all happened and the blow-up with her father, but now she is getting the chance to live a somewhat normal life with Flynn.