Chapters (80)
- Book Title
- About the Author
- Contact
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- HARPER
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- Chapter Two
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- Chapter Three
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- Chapter Four
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- Chapter Five
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- Chapter Six
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- Chapter Seven
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- Chapter Eight
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- Chapter Nine
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- Chapter Ten
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- Chapter Eleven
- FORREST
- Chapter Twelve
- HARPER
- Chapter Thirteen
- FORREST
- Chapter Fourteen
- HARPER
- Chapter Fifteen
- FORREST
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- Chapter Sixteen
- FORREST
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- Chapter Seventeen
- FORREST
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- Chapter Eighteen
- FORREST
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- Chapter Nineteen
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- Chapter Twenty
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- Chapter Twenty-One
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- Chapter Twenty-Two
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- Epilogue
- 6 Weeks Later
- 2 Years Later
- 4 Weeks Later
- That Day Book Excerpt
- Chapter One
- KURT
- Also by Karen Deen
- Acknowledgments
“Oh what, you know I’m right, and you can’t deny you aren’t doing the same. I can look, I’m just not interested in touching.” Her laugh just makes him roll his eyes at her and turn back to chatting with the guys who are pointing out different things that are happening with the cars in the pits below us.
“I’d be happy to touch for you.” Cherie winks at Tori and starts laughing with her.
“Ignore Nic, because I agree, it’s a sausage fest everywhere you look.” Tori and I clink our glasses together.
The more I get to know Tori, I’ve come to see that she and I are similar. We say what we think and don’t hold back with our sense of humor.
“Oh my God, you can’t say that here.” Elouise slaps her hand on her forehead and shakes her head at us as we all burst out laughing.
“Of course you can, it’s not like we know anyone here.” Tori puts her arm around Elouise and gives her a side hug. “Besides, we still need to find Cherie a man, and here would be the perfect place. Well, except if he was American, of course. We need him to live in the UK because we aren’t losing her from our friend group.”
“Don’t worry about me. I’m just busy people watching and looking at the fashion and thinking of the amount of money in this one spot. It’s probably enough to feed a small nation for a year. Seriously, this is a whole other world from where I grew up.” Cherie is wide-eyed and observing one of the drivers’ girlfriends walking past, dripping with gold and diamonds.
Felisha places her arm around Cherie’s waist. “Maybe so, but look at where you are now, and you will always be able to look back and know that you got yourself here and be damn proud of that. That’s priceless.” We all reach over and squeeze her arm or hands.
We all have such a deep connection now, and I absolutely love every single woman in my circle. They each bring something unique to our friendship, and it’s why we all connect so well. We don’t overpower each other; instead, we just slot into our spot in the puzzle of our friendship. It’s exactly what every one of us needs, support from the women on our team. We share compassion, but more importantly, honesty, and sometimes you need someone you trust to tell you to suck it up, get your shit together, and get on with it.