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Chapter 23 The first understanding Holly had the next morning was how incredibly bad her head hurt. No. Hurt didn’t do it justice. Throbbed. Jabbed. Stabbed. That was closer. Ached. To be sure. Spun, wrenched, pounded. All those had … Continue reading
Chapter 21 “Gabriel’s taking you?” Luke asked the next morning as Holly sat in the breakfast nook, staring out the window. How she would miss this place. She barely came back into the room. “Yeah. He should be … Continue reading
Chapter 19 “Do you mind if I borrow your car?” Holly asked Luke as he sat reading the newspaper in the sitting room. She’d formulated a plan, but she needed transportation. “My car? I can call Rio.” … Continue reading
Chapter 17 Confusion. It was all Holly could clearly feel. Gabriel was gone. She had thought about this moment at odd times—what she would do without him, what she would feel if anything. She’d broken up with so many … Continue reading
Chapter 15 “How is he?” Gabriel’s long strides were nearly impossible to keep up with, and racing through hospitals wasn’t what her heels had been designed for. They skidded to a stop next to a tiny gray-headed lady, seated next … Continue reading
Chapter 13 By Saturday night in the loft, the idea of not seeing her on Sunday was causing Gabriel’s brain gears to spin out of control. On the couch, her head lay on his leg as both of them … Continue reading
Chapter 11 “Morning,” Holly said, plopping down beside him on the walk. Gabe glanced up. “Morning.” But his gaze held on her and fell into concern. “Long night?” Dropping the side of her head into her hand, … Continue reading
Chapter 9 One second she was standing, the next she was flying. The whack of her body onto the hard wooden floor cracked through Holly, sending peels of pain shooting through her. It ricocheted through the alcohol making everything … Continue reading
Chapter 7 The alarm sounded Tuesday morning, and Gabe reached over, hit it, and pulled his head up to look at the numbers. Why, he wasn’t really sure. They said the same thing they did every morning. 5:45. He … Continue reading