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
Forrest: Calm the fuck down! Talk to Rem or Ashton. It’s not something I’m putting in a chat.
Flynn: What the hell does that mean?
Forrest: I’m going to bed, I don’t have the strength for this.
Flynn: Aren’t you even going to ask if Harper’s okay?
Forrest: No. I need a clear head.
Flynn: Well, too bad. I’m telling you she’s not okay, she’s a mess.
Forrest: Not news to me, Flynn, I told you that. Just do as I ask and take care of her until I can. I’m trusting you to do that.
Flynn: Well, I’m trusting you not to get yourself killed. I’m doing my job, so you better do yours!
Forrest: Understood, and not a word of any of this to Harper!
Flynn: I’m not stupid.
Nic: Debatable some days.
Flynn: You can fuck off too.
Nic: Be careful, Forrest, and listen to Ashton. Keep us in the loop.
Rem, let’s meet at 7am in my office.
Flynn: Fuck that, I’m calling him now.
Forrest: Good night, all.
Rem: I’m still pissed at you, but stay safe!
Flynn: What he said!
I know that adrenaline can keep you awake for longer than normal, but I think mine is starting to give way on me after a difficult night before I left London where I think I got three hours’ sleep if I was lucky, and since then, I have been up for almost twenty-eight hours.
Laying my head down on the pillow, I pull up the photo of Harper that I took without her knowing, playing the pinball machine. The smile on her face and sparkle in her eyes of pure fun is how I want to see her. Relaxed and not a care in the world.
That photo’s enough to tell me I’m doing the right thing by being here.
I want to give that life to her.
And the only thing standing in my way is Chester Tema.
Because all Harper’s doubts about me will fade away, that I’m sure of. But if they don’t, at least she still will be safe, and that will make this worth it.
Chapter Twenty
HARPER
Yesterday was tough.
After my session with Cherie, I went to a bar and just sat on my own with a glass of scotch. Well, me and my security guard nearby. I just needed time to sit with all the emotions that had been dragged to the surface.