On The Island (On the Island, #1)

by Tracey Garvis Graves

The accomplishment was bittersweet, because even though I could start a fire by myself, the only reason I’d ever need to was if something happened to T.J.

‘I promise you and I will spend Christmas together in Chicago next year, Anna.’ He squeezed me, hard, and didn’t let go. ‘But you have to promise me that you won’t give up, okay?’ ‘I won’t,’ I said. And now both of us were full of shit.

He kissed my forehead and wiped away my tears as the cameras captured it all. I didn’t know it then, but less than twenty-four hours later, the pictures of T.J. holding and kissing me would appear on the front pages of newspapers across the country.

‘Oh, Anna,’ she said, sobbing, squeezing me with the strength of her embrace. ‘You came home.’