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Chapters (89)
  1. Dedication
  2. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  3. ONE
  4. HENRY
  5. TWO
  6. EMMA
  7. THREE
  8. HENRY
  9. FOUR
  10. EMMA
  11. FIVE
  12. EMMA
  13. SIX
  14. SEVEN
  15. HENRY
  16. EIGHT
  17. NINE
  18. TEN
  19. HENRY
  20. ELEVEN
  21. TWELVE
  22. EMMA
  23. THIRTEEN
  24. HENRY
  25. FOURTEEN
  26. HENRY
  27. FIFTEEN
  28. SIXTEEN
  29. EMMA
  30. SEVENTEEN
  31. HENRY
  32. EIGHTEEN
  33. HENRY
  34. NINETEEN
  35. HENRY
  36. TWENTY
  37. TWENTY-ONE
  38. EMMA
  39. TWENTY-TWO
  40. EMMA
  41. TWENTY-THREE
  42. HENRY
  43. TWENTY-FOUR
  44. EMMA
  45. TWENTY-FIVE
  46. EMMA
  47. TWENTY-SIX
  48. EMMA
  49. TWENTY-SEVEN
  50. HENRY
  51. TWENTY-EIGHT
  52. EMMA
  53. TWENTY-NINE
  54. HENRY
  55. THIRTY
  56. HENRY
  57. THIRTY-ONE
  58. HENRY
  59. THIRTY-TWO
  60. EMMA
  61. THIRTY-THREE
  62. HENRY
  63. THIRTY-FOUR
  64. EMMA
  65. THIRTY-FIVE
  66. EMMA
  67. THIRTY-SIX
  68. HENRY
  69. THIRTY-SEVEN
  70. EMMA
  71. THIRTY-EIGHT
  72. HENRY
  73. THIRTY-NINE
  74. HENRY
  75. FORTY
  76. EMMA
  77. FORTY-ONE
  78. HENRY
  79. FORTY-TWO
  80. FORTY-THREE
  81. EMMA
  82. FORTY-FOUR
  83. EMMA
  84. FORTY-FIVE
  85. HENRY
  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ALSO BY CHELSEA CURTO
  88. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  89. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

“That’s incredibly kind of you to say,” I whisper. “I know I alone cannot fix the world’s problems, but every time I can help just one person, it reminds me I’ve done something good. Something worthwhile.”

“You’re good, Emma. So good. You’re like… like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy, stormy day, peaking through the darkness and evil, shoving aside the sense of gloom for a hint of brightness and warmth. Which is mind-blowing, because if I encountered what you do on a day-to-day basis, I’d be sad as hell. You smile through it all, getting up the next morning, on a quest to kick more ass.”

“I am a certified ass kicker,” I agree, rolling onto my back and yawning.

“Glad I’m not the only one who’s beat. Tomorrow is going to be more stressful.”

“More family members, right?”

“Too many family members.” The lamp clicks off, silence and darkness surrounding us. “I’m glad you’re here, Emma.”

“Me, too. Good night, Henry.”

“Night, Sunflower.”

TWENTY-SIX

EMMA

A bird chirps outside the window, greeting the day and rousing me from my peaceful slumber. I stretch my arms above my head and adjust my position on the mattress. It’s blissfully quiet in the room, and I savor the stillness. There are no car horns. No trash trucks. No lawn mowers or trains rumbling in the distance.

On instinct, my hands find their way to the mass next to me, burrowing myself further under the covers, not ready to get up just yet. Something hard presses against my stomach as I shift onto my side, leg perched on an elevated surface. Letting out a happy sigh, I reluctantly open my eyes.

The room comes into focus. The curtains are vaguely familiar from yesterday. A heater hums nearby, churning to life. As I turn my head to the side, gaze dropping, I see Henry staring at me, mouth agape and eyes widening.

It’s the moment I realize I’m wrapped around him like a koala, my hair covering his neck and arms, pads of my fingers holding onto his middle in a clenching grip.

“Um. H-hi,” I stammer out, voice thick with sleep. Carefully, I swing my leg off his hip.

“Er.” Henry coughs twice, and when he moves, his dick—his hard dick—presses further into my belly, and I gasp.

“I… uh.” Wiggling free, I try to break our contact completely before understanding his arms are around my thighs and ass, keeping me firmly in place and pinned provocatively against him.

“Hello.” He extracts his limbs away from mine, careful to not touch me further.

“Well. This is fun, huh?” I blurt out.

Henry chuckles lazily, and it’s the kind of laugh you can probably only hear before he climbs out of bed and starts his day. Running a hand through his sleep-mussed hair, he gives me a sheepish smile. “Sorry for accosting you.”