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
I lock my office, and as I walk toward the elevator where the guys are all standing, my phone vibrates in my pocket, and I check it as I stop just a couple of feet from them.
Harper: Don’t wait for me, I’ll be late again tonight. Sorry.
Forrest: Thanks for letting me know. Just heading out for a drink with the guys. I’ll keep your dinner warm.
Harper: Don’t cook for me, I’ll just grab something easy when I get in.
Forrest: You will not be having a protein shake! I threw your tub of powder away. I WILL COOK YOU REAL FOOD!
Harper: You are fucking infuriating, you know that?
Forrest: This is not new information.
Harper: My clothes will stop fitting shortly if I keep eating like this.
Forrest: I’ll buy you new ones. Naked in the apartment works too.
Harper: Don’t! We aren’t doing this.
I smile to myself as I type out my reply.
Forrest: So you said.
As I press send, Flynn starts talking. “Holy shit, Forrest is smiling. Who the fuck are you texting?”
Pocketing my phone, I look up at him and the others to see them all staring at me intently. “What?” I growl.
“Nope, crisis averted, the grumpy guy is back.” Rem starts laughing, but Flynn is not about to let this go.
“You didn’t answer the question, who put that unusual look on your face? Could it possibly be your house guest?” He is smirking as the doors to the elevator open and we all start filing in.
“I’ve got a feeling we might need a beer for this conversation, so hold that thought, Forrest.” Nic starts laughing, and that’s one thing with him. When he has spoken, we all listen.
“Just a beer? This could call for something stronger to get any information out of the vault over here.” Rem knows what it’s like to try to keep something private. When he and Elouise got together, they kept it a secret from us all because Flynn had been casually flirting with her for a while. We all knew she wasn’t right for him, including Elouise, who had straight out told Flynn that. But he wouldn’t listen, and when it finally blew up, deep down, he knew she wasn’t right for him either. And now it’s turned out the way it should have, him being with Felisha who is perfect for him.
I roll my eyes at them, trying to work out how much I want to share with them, or to share anything at all.