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wrongs. Take all of the blows – emotional and physical – for her.

That wasn’t something I’d been able to do, obviously. But just by loving her – patiently and calmly, I felt there was a deep repair happening inside of her soul. She became freer, more jubilant.

And soon after she became my wife.

I built (with quite a bit of help from Payden) a house for just her a little further back in the woods. Neither of us were comfortable in that giant house, and the smaller one suited us perfectly. It was cottage-esque, and the perfect place to make more babies.

She’d told me on more than one occasion that she hadn’t let herself dream I could possibly love her once I knew all of the details of her life. She somehow faulted herself, and I figured that would be an ongoing battle for her... maybe for the rest of her life.

And if it was, that was fine. I’d be here to hold her up when she was down, no matter what. And so would my entire family.

We were Hardicks, rain or shine. Family was everything... everything.

And soon, we’d add another to the bunch. My big brother was going to be a father.

THE END

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Escaping near-death just to fall for a motorcycle riding bad boy?

Is this really my life?

When I stepped foot back in my hometown

I never imagined that in less than 24 hours I’d be running for my life.

I’ve got a boatload of money headed my way,

and a seriously gigantic target on my back.

Running was all I could think to do.

The only problem is that I just ran right into the arms

of an absolutely soul-shakingly gorgeous man who

is most likely an even bigger nightmare than the one I left behind.

Leader of a motorcycle gang.

One giant brooding a**hole.

And so cocky and infuriating I just want to scream.

Why is it that my problems always seem to go from bad to worse?

I didn’t run this far just to get tangled up in another version of the dangerous world I escaped from.

And I certainly didn’t expect to uncover answers to the question I’ve carried with me for a lifetime.

But in the process of escaping my present,

I may have just stumbled into my future.

There’s no going back now.

Chapter 1

Harper

The sleek black town car picks me up from the Hartford airport and I am relieved that I don’t recognize the driver. Reginald, the chauffeur who’s worked for my family as long as I can remember, is probably the one tasked with driving my stepfather and my grandmother to the funeral. While I wouldn’t mind seeing a familiar, friendly face, at this moment it is a relief to be driven by a stranger. The thought of having to make small talk at a time like this has my stomach doing somersaults. I’m not ready to say it out loud - not ready to speak about the horrible reason that I am back in town. The reality of it is too bleak and sad and confusing for me to even fully comprehend.

This new chauffeur is middle-aged and stocky. His nose looks like it has been broken more than once and didn’t heal properly… more than once. He’s a bit rougher looking than the usual employees and is almost rude as he says a brisk hello and loads my small suitcase into the trunk of the car. Throughout the rest of the drive he is reserved… all business. He blessedly doesn’t ask me any questions as he drives me through the manicured streets of New Canaan, Connecticut toward my childhood home, if home is a word you can use to describe a cavernous and sterile mansion that was built with the objective of radiating power to eliciting envy in others. Warm and welcoming my childhood home is not. In fact, nothing in New Canaan fits that definition. I’m not sure anything in my life will ever feel that way.

As we drive, I kick off my black Christian Dior pumps and lean back in the comfy leather seat, closing my eyes for a momentary respite. I was living and working in Milan when I heard the news from my stepfather. I dropped everything and headed home as soon as I