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Chapters (50)
  1. Cover
  2. Full Page Image
  3. Dedication
  4. Playlist
  5. Prologue
  6. Part One
  7. One
  8. Two
  9. Three
  10. Four
  11. Five
  12. Six
  13. Seven
  14. Eight
  15. Nine
  16. Ten
  17. Eleven
  18. Twelve
  19. Thirteen
  20. Fourteen
  21. Fifteen
  22. Sixteen
  23. Part Two
  24. Seventeen
  25. Eighteen
  26. Nineteen
  27. Twenty
  28. Twenty-One
  29. Twenty-Two
  30. Twenty-Three
  31. Twenty-Four
  32. Twenty-Five
  33. Twenty-Six
  34. Twenty-Seven
  35. Twenty-Eight
  36. Twenty-Nine
  37. Thirty
  38. Thirty-One
  39. Thirty-Two
  40. Thirty-Three
  41. Part Three
  42. Epilogue
  43. Acknowledgments
  44. Bonus Scene
  45. Marni’s Midnighters
  46. Spoiler Group
  47. About the Author
  48. Also by Marni Mann
  49. Sneak Peek of When Darkness Ends
  50. Sneak Peek of Even If It Hurts

“I can’t believe you thought I would go to sleep.” There was a bottle of red on the coffee table and a glass that she filled and handed to me. “By the way you look right now, I’d almost think you got it on and whacked your head on the ceiling of his car. But I know better …” She clicked her glass to mine. “Start talking, missy.”

Twenty-Two

When I stepped into the lobby of Caleb’s building, his doorman took a copy of my ID and escorted me to the elevator, where there was only one button to press and that was PH. The doorman hit it for me, and I rose so many stories that my ears popped. When the door finally slid open, it took me a moment to realize I wasn’t in a hallway, like when I got off my own elevator. This was a foyer, where light music greeted me along with the smell of tomato sauce.

That was when it hit me—I was inside Caleb’s condo. The downtempo global funk was his choice of music, and the heavenly scent was from whatever was being prepared in his kitchen.

“Hey,” he said as he entered the space, a dish towel draped over his shoulder, the aroma of food getting stronger, as though he were bringing it with him.

Casual wasn’t the way I would describe this man, but that was how he was dressed. A pair of weathered jeans hugging his legs, an unbuttoned polo shirt that showed hints of his chest. It quickly became my favorite look on him.

“Hi.”

He held my lower back, hauling my body closer to his. “Thanks for coming. You look fantastic.” His mouth hovered over me while he cupped my face, taking me in for several moments before pressing his lips against mine. The kiss lasted only long enough for me to breathe him in, the woodsy, citrusy scent enveloping me.

“You didn’t have to bring anything,” he said, looking at the box in my hand.

“It’s just some dessert.”

“You baked?”

I laughed, remembering the last time I’d attempted crack-and-bake cookies, forgetting they were in the oven and returning to a kitchen full of smoke. “That’s definitely not one of my skills.”

He reached forward with his other hand, now holding both sides of my face, his lips warming mine for a second time. “You have many other talents.”

He walked me farther into his home, and when I turned the corner, the space immediately took my breath away.

“Wow.” I couldn’t hide the amazement on my face. “Caleb, I don’t even know what to say. This place is spectacular.”

There were windows everywhere, surrounding almost the entire perimeter, capturing all angles of our magnificent city. The condo was completely open, rooms divided by the placement of furniture.