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
Oh, Forrest, I’m not. I’ve learned that now. It’s why I’ve been waiting for a man like you. I didn’t realize it until you snuck up on me and raised the bar on the kind of man I need. So, it’s your fault I can’t accept anything less now.
Harper: Agreed. See you at eight.
Forrest: You still have a key. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.
“Shit, I need to get in the shower. There is no way I’m turning up there looking anything less than irresistible.” I swing my legs over the side of the bed, laughing out loud because that is not what I should be thinking, but who am I kidding. I want him to want me, even if he can’t have me today.
“He needs to walk away hungry after breakfast.” Looking at myself in the mirror, I know this bedhead and creased face will not even come close to making that happen.
I might be learning a lot about myself, but that doesn’t mean I have changed. This girl still needs to feel desired by my man.
My man.
Oooh, I like the sound of that.
Felisha and Flynn had left for the office when I finally emerged from getting ready for my breakfast date. No, I can’t think that, it’s a breakfast meeting, and that’s all it’s going to be.
I can’t believe it’s already Friday. This week has been a blur, and so much has happened. Standing at the door to Forrest’s apartment, it makes me feel a little sick to my stomach remembering the way I left here Monday morning. I didn’t handle that well, but I’m working on it now, and that’s what’s important.
I run my thumb over the key in my hand. It feels strange to be walking into Forrest’s apartment, as it’s not my home anymore. But to be honest, as much as it was starting to feel like it, it never truly was. In my mind I was always just a visitor for a short time. If this goes the way I hope it will, then next time I live with Forrest, it’s with the intention of forever, and that is a very big step for me to admit.
Turning the key and pushing the door open, I leave my security guy outside and step into the familiar safe place this apartment is for me. That hasn’t changed. I always felt at peace here with him. Even though I didn’t understand that at the time, I see it clearly now.