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
“Okay, Yoda. You might be in love, but I am far from it. And Harper…” I step around him and start pacing again. “She’s just…” I throw my hands in the air in frustration, trying to find a word, and the only two that come to mind are, “Annoyingly complex.”
“Exactly.” He starts laughing at me. “You’ll see.”
And I can’t even be bothered to fight him on this stupid conversation anymore.
“Just get me in that room with him, otherwise I’ll be barging in there anyway. Your choice.” I storm out of his office because I’m done with this conversation, and the fact that I can still hear him laughing as I walk away pisses me off even more.
Why is it that both my friends and my brother think they are these wise men now that they have found love?
Good for them, but I am so far from finding someone to fall in love with, it’s not even funny.
So, they can keep their little pep talks to themselves. I don’t need that shit in my head.
There are more important things to think of… like how the fuck I’m going to convince Harper that living with me is her best option right now and to stop fighting me on it.
Now that’s what I could use some advice on, and yet the men of wisdom are nowhere to be seen.
HARPER
Walking into my office, a sense of peace falls over me.
Yes, this is what I need.
Here I can concentrate, forget about the outside world for a few hours, and get on with helping Felisha conquer the world.
It’s unusual that I haven’t even checked my emails yet this morning, so I feel like I’m behind on my day already. But the first email is one that brightens my day a little.
It’s the confirmation from Luchia Bianchi, a friend of Felisha and Flynn’s who owns a large wine company and vineyards across Italy and other countries. She is more than happy to host their wedding at her home vineyard if they wish, which is awesome.
It is one of our major issues with two very high-profile people, that we need to find somewhere that they can get married in privacy and relax without having to worry about having their own personal moments being plastered all over the internet. Of course, we will release a couple of authorized images after it is all said and done, and that will keep the media happy.
I’m sure they will both be excited to hear that this venue is a possibility. Not that they want a big affair. It will only be family and close friends, which of course means it will be easier to keep it a secret until it is all over.