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How could a noise so loud come from such a small person?
I didn’t like to be in trouble and my go-to response was to talk my way through it.
cloudless September sky.
I let my heart sink out of my throat and return to my chest.
forevers were for dreamers. And I’d stopped dreaming the day I’d started ranking my worst days. There’d been so many, it had been the only way to keep moving forward. To know that none had been as awful as the first-worst day. To know that if I’d survived that one, I could endure the second and the third and the fourth.
once the adrenaline had worn off, soul-deep exhaustion had burrowed under my skin.
I was weary. I was scared. I was nervous. My emotions were battling each other, fighting to take first place. Fighting to be the one that pushed me over the edge.
“I’ll get it.” A deep, rugged voice sounded from behind me, then came the crunch of boots on gravel. I stood, ready to smile and introduce myself, but the second I spotted the man walking my way, my brain scrambled. Tall. Broad. Tattooed. Gorgeous.
single, rich and always up for an orgasm or two
Narrow hips. Sinewed forearms. Long legs covered in faded jeans. Who was he? Did he live here? Did it matter?
The tension rolling through the loft was thicker than traffic on East Thirty-Fourth from FDR Drive to Fifth Avenue.
Old Memphis would have refused charity. Mom Memphis didn’t have that luxury.
Was that why he’d built a home full of glass? Out here, he didn’t need the privacy of walls. The location gave him seclusion.
Juniper Hill and the indigo mountains beyond.
“You’ll have to have baths in the sink,” I told Drake, taking the empty bottle from his mouth. He stared up at me with his beautiful brown eyes. “I love you.” I hadn’t told him that enough on this drive. We hadn’t had enough moments like this, just the two of us together. “What do you think about this?” Drake blinked. “I like it too.”
He was a symphony of rippled muscle that sang in perfect harmony with his handsome face.
I hovered beside the window’s frame, staying out of sight, and stole another glance as he raised a towel to dry the ends of his dark hair. “Not everything about today was bad, was it?” I asked Drake as Knox strode out of his bedroom. “At least we’ve got a great view.”
The bright lights brought out the caramel flecks in her brown eyes.
Please. Eloise wielded that single word the way a warrior would a sword.
“I’d like to know who’s on my property.” “My new employee, whose personal life is her own.
With an actual smile, she’d be more than trouble. She’d be a hurricane leaving devastation in her wake.
My siblings drove me bat-shit crazy, but I couldn’t imagine life without them.
Some chefs didn’t like watching people eat their food. They feared the raw reaction. Not me. I loved watching that first bite. In my early days at culinary school, I’d learned from expressions, both good and bad. Except I should have looked away. Memphis moaned. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Any other person and I’d give myself a pat on the back and take it as a job well done. With Memphis, my heart thumped and a surge of blood raced to my groin. Watching her eat was erotic.
The expensive, sensitive-tummy formula that was supposed to help only drained my bank account.
every muscle in my body ached. Muscles I hadn’t even known existed were screaming.
if babies could talk, he would have told me to shove that plastic nipple imposter up my ass.
In the moonlight, the black ink of tattoos blended almost invisibly with his tanned skin.
Another depressing truth. That apology was all I had to give.
Was this karma’s doing, putting me next door to a man so fine? Was this her test to see if I truly had changed?
flirted and teased until he paid me the attention I craved.
Once, money had been a concept. An afterthought. Now, it was a luxury lost.
So Drake would go to daycare. While I carved out a life for us with my own two hands, sweat and tears.
honest work. I hadn’t realized how much my heart had needed something true and real.
charming and quaint and inviting. Exactly the atmosphere that many hotels strived to create and few achieved.
Try harder. It was a dick thing to say.
How many coloring books had I filled sitting beneath her feet at the lobby’s mahogany reception counter? How many toy cars had I sent flying across the floor? How many Lego sets had I built on the fireplace’s stone ledge?
It was subtle, but fire sparked in those brown eyes. If she let that flame blaze, she’d level me to the ground and leave nothing behind but ash.
the urge to pick her up, haul her to eye level and kiss that delicious mouth hit so hard I had to force myself not to move.
My heart did its little Knox-induced trill. No matter how many times I saw him, he stole my breath away.
I’d killed that version of myself. I’d stabbed her to death with the shards of a broken heart. Good riddance.
Knox moved through the kitchen with command and grace. It was like watching a dance.
I hadn’t so much been staring at Knox as caught under a spell.
Knox was more tempting than any meal. More dangerous than the knife in his grasp.
Every time she walked into the room, my heart stopped and my dick twitched.
return to a place where I’d had good days in the hope of finding them again.
The abundance of windows meant that when the sun began to set below the crest of Juniper Hill, I caught it from all angles. Pink and orange and blue light cascaded over the walls, fading with every minute until the silver glow of moonlight took its place.
I buried my face in the pillow, willing sleep to come again.
It took one more trip to the door and back before the crying changed to whimpers. Then it vanished, swept away through an open window.
Memphis dropped her chin, her blond hair falling around her face. But it couldn’t hide the tear that dripped to her lap. “Do you need me to carry you around too? Pat your back? Tell you about my childhood pets?” I teased.
“You don’t—” “Have to do that.” I finished her sentence. “But I’m going to. Go. Rest.”
