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Chapters (34)
  1. Title Page
  2. Table of Contents
  3. Playlist
  4. Dedication
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-One
  27. Chapter Twenty-Two
  28. Chapter Twenty-Three
  29. Chapter Twenty-Four
  30. Chapter Twenty-Five
  31. Epilogue
  32. Acknowledgements
  33. Also by Q.B. Tyler
  34. About the Author

“Fine, it is. A date that will lead to nothing. Not a kiss, not a second date, nothing. A date as a favor to your mother. But if you want me to fly out there after the said date, just say the word.”

She lets out a sigh. “They said they don’t feel comfortable releasing him and clearing him to fly for a few days.”

My hands flex and ball into a fist and I grit my teeth in frustration. “I hate the thought of you being gone that long.”

“I can’t leave.”

“When are you going to tell him?”

“Not while he’s still in the hospital.”

“Why? He’s stable, he’s okay. He’s going to make a full recovery. Why are you prolonging the inevitable?”

“Isn’t that kind of in poor taste?”

“There are a few things we are doing that’s in poor taste, Whitney. I think choosing to be honest with him is the least of those.”

“But while he’s in the hospital?” The door opens behind me and I see Kevin staring at me. One eyebrow raised as he holds a beer out for me. He points at the phone in question. “Trey, I gotta go,” I say without another word before ending the call.

“Your super-secret phone call was to Trey?” He rolls his eyes. “Give me a break. You seeing someone?”

“It was Trey. It was about Chloe,” I say, not wanting to answer his question about whether I’m seeing someone and hoping he won’t press the subject. He sits down on the swinging bench on the porch.

“I don’t believe you but whatever, I have bigger problems. I’m worried about Whitney,” he says after a moment of silence and I’m immediately on high alert.

“Why?” I try to remain calm and not like I’m about to get in my car and drive to the airport.

“I don’t know. Parental instincts, I guess. Something’s going on with her and I can’t quite put my finger on it.” His eyes narrow. Eyes that remind me so much of Whitney. Mason and Whitney both have so many of Kevin’s features, it became the running joke that they couldn’t be Michelle’s children.

“Have you talked to her since she got to New York?”

“Once. Michelle put her on speaker. She sounds like she’s… holding her breath. Like she’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. I don’t like her being so far away either with no one with her. I’m kind of surprised Chloe didn’t go with her but she doesn’t really like Parker.” He laughs and I frown because I didn’t know that piece of information.

“She doesn’t?”