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
Rem and Sandon are sitting down together at the Kentwall Estates office while the rest of us plan the security detail needed to cover Harper. Flynn and Felisha are driving Harper home tonight and helping her pack up her things to bring up to my apartment that is four levels above hers.
I offered to help, but Flynn didn’t think that was a good idea, and he’s probably right.
Instead, I came home and worked out in the gym to try to take my anger down a notch or two.
The moment Rem told me some idiot was stalking Harper, instant rage started rushing through my system. Not that I’m sure it was any different for Flynn or Rem when they heard, but they weren’t stupid enough to put their hand up to be her babysitter. I’m still trying to work out why I did it, but there is no backing out now.
The workout wasn’t helping until I picked up the boxing gloves and started on the punching bag, and I could see this Chester guy’s face in front of me. I’m not a violent person, but there is a certain type of therapeutic relief from the repetitiveness of boxing against the bag. I have a feeling this bag is going to get a workout while Harper is living here.
And that’s the thing I didn’t really think through properly. We don’t really know how long this thing is going to go on for. But I can’t worry about that until this Ashton guy turns up in a few days and we know the whole story. It’s a bit weird that he has the same surname as Flynn and me. Taylor is a common name, but still, weird all the same. Maybe we’re distantly related.
After showering, I would normally just pull on a pair of track pants and not worry about a shirt, but I figure I need to get dressed properly before Harper gets here.
Dragging a black t-shirt over my head and running my hands through my hair, I don’t bother brushing it. My face is clean-shaven as always because I can’t stand the itch I get after the first day of trying to grow it out, and by day three, it’s driving me crazy, so I just don’t even bother trying anymore. The funny thing is it makes me look younger than Flynn some days, and it pisses him off when people assume he is the older brother.