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
“Great,” I mumble as I get out of the car and grab my luggage from the driver.
Swiping my card in the elevator to take me up to my floor, I lean back against the wall and let my head fall backwards.
“May as well get this over and done with. I don’t know why I’m surprised really, I should’ve expected it,” I say out loud to myself.
Stopping outside my front door, I take a deep breath—well, as deep as I can with bruised ribs—and slip my key into the lock.
The moment I push the door open, I hear his voice.
“You’re lucky you are already injured, otherwise I would be first in line to punch you for being such a dickhead.” He marches toward me as I leave my bags in the foyer.
“Glad to see you too, Brother,” is all I get out before he wraps his arms around me and takes the wind out of me. I know it’s a hug full of love and fear, but he could’ve waited a few days for that one.
“Arggghhh, asshole,” I let out as he squeezes me tightly.
“Good, I’m glad it hurt.” He steps back with a smile on his face, while I’m still trying to get a breath in. “You deserve that.”
“Flynn, don’t be a dick.” Nic comes up behind him and whacks him on the shoulder as he passes him, stepping toward me. “Good to see you in one piece.” His hug is much gentler and just a typical half hug between two guys.
Rem’s hug is much the same as Nic’s. “We will have words later about this, but right now, I’m just glad you are okay and that it turned out the way you hoped it would. Ashton tells me I should hire you as part of my team.”
“Fuck no, you can have that GI Joe shit all to yourself.” Looking around the room at the three men who are so important to me, I’m suddenly feeling eternally grateful.
I don’t know what is happening to me tonight, but I have turned into some mushy emotional man. But I guess risking your life will do that to a man.
“Thanks for all the support and watching over Harper while I was gone. I promise I won’t put you through anything like that again.” I take a seat on the couch and watch them all follow.
Flynn is starting to relax a little now. “As much as I was angry at you, I have to hand it to you, what you did took balls, and the way you handled that knife was impressive. When Ashton sent through the video to prove you were alive, I wasn’t sure I wanted to watch it, but you know me, I couldn’t help myself.”