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Chapters (80)
  1. Book Title
  2. About the Author
  3. Contact
  4. Dedication
  5. Chapter One
  6. HARPER
  7. FORREST
  8. Chapter Two
  9. FORREST
  10. Chapter Three
  11. HARPER
  12. Chapter Four
  13. FORREST
  14. HARPER
  15. Chapter Five
  16. HARPER
  17. FORREST
  18. HARPER
  19. Chapter Six
  20. HARPER
  21. FORREST
  22. HARPER
  23. Chapter Seven
  24. HARPER
  25. Chapter Eight
  26. FORREST
  27. HARPER
  28. FORREST
  29. HARPER
  30. Chapter Nine
  31. HARPER
  32. FORREST
  33. HARPER
  34. Chapter Ten
  35. HARPER
  36. Chapter Eleven
  37. FORREST
  38. Chapter Twelve
  39. HARPER
  40. Chapter Thirteen
  41. FORREST
  42. Chapter Fourteen
  43. HARPER
  44. Chapter Fifteen
  45. FORREST
  46. HARPER
  47. FORREST
  48. Chapter Sixteen
  49. FORREST
  50. HARPER
  51. Chapter Seventeen
  52. FORREST
  53. HARPER
  54. Chapter Eighteen
  55. FORREST
  56. HARPER
  57. FORREST
  58. HARPER
  59. FORREST
  60. Chapter Nineteen
  61. HARPER
  62. FORREST
  63. Chapter Twenty
  64. HARPER
  65. FORREST
  66. Chapter Twenty-One
  67. HARPER
  68. FORREST
  69. HARPER
  70. Chapter Twenty-Two
  71. HARPER
  72. Epilogue
  73. 6 Weeks Later
  74. 2 Years Later
  75. 4 Weeks Later
  76. That Day Book Excerpt
  77. Chapter One
  78. KURT
  79. Also by Karen Deen
  80. 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.