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A Sketch Away From Perfect Pent Up in the Penthouse
HarperI lie in the back of Damien’s town car with my head in his lap, keeping myself below the windows just in case Jack is lurking somewhere, watching. If he still thinks I’m at Scott’s farm, all the better. Damien left a bodyguard there to help with the situation, just in case my ex shows up again and things get ugly. The remaining two bodyguards are with us, sitting up front, serious as stone.Damien strokes my hair, letting the tendrils run through his fingers. “Everything’s going to be okay, little red bird,” he says quietly. “I’m going to take care of it. He won’t bother you anymore.”I look up at him, and his eyes narrow. He runs a thumb over the bruise on my arm. It’s an ugly shade of purple and green.“Did he do this?” he asks.With a swallow, I nod my head.“Hmm. It makes me far less amenable to letting him live,” he grumbles.&l
Last Updated : 2024-12-02A Sketch Away From Perfect Homecoming for One
HarperI’ve changed into jeans and a T-shirt for the ride back to my apartment. Damien bought some clothes just for me after our first date. Honestly, I’m afraid to wear anything with easy access. Damien kept me up all night, and then had me again this morning, into the afternoon. He has an insatiable appetite for every area of his life. He’s still giving me the most wolfish grin as we ride in the town car. I frown at him. “I hope you’re proud of yourself. I didn’t get a wink of sleep!”“I’m quite proud, actually. Thank you for asking.” He chuckles.I swat his shoulder, and he captures my hand and nibbles my fingertips. Now, I’m wishing I had worn something more accessible.“Too bad you’re not wearing a skirt today. Though I must say, your ass looks great in those jeans,” he says when he releases my hand.“Thanks.” I shake my head at him. “I can&rs
Last Updated : 2024-12-03A Sketch Away From Perfect Cold Comfort
Harper“You should really get some sleep, mi preciosa,” Tomás advises kindly, sitting down next to me on the sofa. “I think maybe Damien kept you up for a long time, no?”I lean against his shoulder. I mean, he’s not wrong, but…. “What about McKenzy?”“I will wake you up if I hear anything,” he says, taking my hands in his. “Maybe her parents wanted to take her somewhere else, and she forgot to check in. Now, cariña, you must get some rest.”He stands and pulls me up with him. Then he wraps an arm around my shoulders and guides me to my bedroom.I look at the carefully made bed and think of McKenzy’s messy one. It just feels so uncomfortable not having her here. “Maybe I should stay up a while.”“No. I promise I will wake you if I get any information,” Tomás insists firmly as he pulls my covers back.The bed does
Last Updated : 2024-12-04A Sketch Away From Perfect All Tied Up
HarperI don’t think he’s serious. I really don’t. Until I see his eyes darken.“Oh shit.” I scramble over to the other side of the bed, putting it between me and Tomás.“Cariña, I’m not going to duct tape you to the bed,” he sighs.“Uh-huh. I don’t believe you,” I respond, still keeping the bed between us.Tomás rolls his eyes. “I would have used something far less abrasive.”“What?” I yell.“I’m kidding. But if me standing here will keep you from trying to leave the apartment, all the better,” he says.I narrow my eyes at him. “You’re on, Profe.”With a slight smile, he stands in front of the door with his arms crossed. “And just what do you think you can do?”He’s not Rafe, so he’s not built like a football player, but that doesn’t
Last Updated : 2024-12-05A Sketch Away From Perfect Flying the Coop
Damien“Well, this is inconvenient,” I say as the four of us stand out in the parking lot like fools, looking at the spot the car should be parked as though staring at it will make it reappear.“Inconvenient? Man, you need to up your vocabulary. This is a disaster!” Rafe sighs, shaking his head. “What the fuck happened anyway?”“Marco says she got a call from her mother,” I reply. “Of course that was a lie. She got a call from a burner phone. Doubtless it was Jack. She kicked him and ran away. ”Tomás groans. “I must agree with Rafe. This is a disaster.”“How are we going to find her? Where do you think he sent her? Is the burner phone still on?” Scott asks.I pull up Harper’s location on my phone. “It would appear,” I say, holding my phone up for them to see. “She is heading south.”“Oh, so she didn’t t
Last Updated : 2024-12-06A Sketch Away From Perfect Love Slaps
Two hours earlier…Scott“This isn’t right,” Damien says.I look at him in the rearview mirror. “What’s not right?”“She stopped in Hastings, but now she’s heading back to the city, as far as I can tell.” He leans back to show me his phone. “I can’t believe they didn’t catch her when she stopped. Technical difficulties. God, these boondock towns…”“You know Vermillion is a suburb of Hastings, right?” I remark dryly.“I stand by what I said.” He turns to Tomás. “We need to head toward West St. Paul.”I grab the oh-shit bar as Tomás makes a one-eighty on two wheels, causing a lot of honking. Then we’re speeding away from Hastings on Highway 55.“She’s on 494 West. Where on earth is she going?” Damien mutters.“That’s not the hig
Last Updated : 2024-12-07A Sketch Away From Perfect Questioning McKenzy
TomásDamien gets us into the interview room where two flustered detectives sit in front of a completely shell-shocked McKenzy.“Mr. Blackwood, this is highly unusual,” one of them is enough of an idiota to say.Rafe snorts. Scott shakes his head.I just wait.Damien turns on the detective and strikes like a viper with his words. “And I’m hoping you like early retirement.”“What the hell does that mean?” the detective snaps back. He’s puffed up and stupid. Damien is going to eat him for breakfast.I let the other two watch the show. I’m more concerned about McKenzy. She looks like she’s on the last thread of her last frayed nerve. I go and kneel by her chair. “McKenzy?” I ask softly.Now that I’m able to see under the table, I realize that her hands are cuffed together. Anger rises in me.“Who has the fucking key?” I ask, standing abruptly. “Key?” Rafe asks. “What do you mean, ‘who has the key’?”Scott looks at me, looks at McKenzy, leans down a little so he can see under the table,
Last Updated : 2024-12-08A Sketch Away From Perfect Allies and Assholes
RafeTomás promises to rejoin us after we shake the Steve Keller tree. McKenzy really needs to go home, poor thing. Jack Collins is getting the ass kicking of a lifetime once we find him.Norm knocks on Keller’s door while Damien stands patiently behind him. There are some bewildered police officers outside behind us. I suppose they aren’t used to having to put the pressure on one of their own.A second knock finally brings Keller to the door. He looks at the whole lot of us outside, especially at Norm, and frowns. “What?” he demands.Damien’s lips tighten. I understand. I don’t like his tone either.“Mr. Keller?” Damien asks coldly.“Yeah? Who’s asking?” Keller grumps.“Damien Blackwood. I think you’ve been a bit of an asshole, Mr. Keller,” Damien says.Norm finds his balls and talks over Damien. “We just want to know where Harper Ward is, Steve. I’m sure Jack lied to you. He kidnapped one girl and traded her for Miss Ward. He killed an impound attendant. He stole a truck from the im
Last Updated : 2024-12-08
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A Sketch Away From Perfect She Has to Chose
*Harper*The studio is packed, with dozens of people filtering in and out, drinking champagne, admiring the work, and talking in hushed tones. McKenzy stands beside me, her eyes wide as she watches a well-dressed couple argue over who gets to buy one of her handmade pieces. Across the room, a small cluster of critics and collectors linger in front of one of my paintings, nodding thoughtfully. I feel like I might burst into a thousand bright, brilliant colors all over one of my canvases. After weeks of planning and stressing, we’re watching our dreams come true in real time.Damien, true to his word, has invited half the city… the important half, at that, the art world elite, the socialites, the people with bottomless bank accounts and a thirst for status are walking around our space, bidding for our work. I exhale, trying to ground myself, but McKenzy grabs my arm, squeezing hard.“Harper,” she whispers, “Michael Fucking Vernon is here.”I blink at her, confused for half a second bef
A Sketch Away From Perfect A Swift Kick to the Nuts
*Harper*I tell myself I’m being dramatic, but even as I try to talk myself down, my hands tremble where they rest on my lap. The air in the private box feels too still, like the whole stadium is holding its breath right along with me.I hate that my brain goes right to Jeff McNaught. I know he’s not supposed to be here. He’s suspended, kicked off the premises, and if he so much as buys a hot dog from a vendor outside the stadium, someone will recognize him.But logic doesn’t help. Maybe it’s just PTSD, but I’d clocked Jeff as a sleaze the second I met him, and he’s done nothing to help that. Our last encounter really left me shaken, and I’m genuinely terrified of facing him again.As long as the door stays closed, I tell myself I’m safe, even though the game has just ended. Thankfully, the 49ers won. I should go down to greet Rafe, but I decide to stay here and wait for Damien so I’m not navigating the stadium on my own.More than anything, I’m pissed at Damien for leaving me when he
A Sketch Away From Perfect Old Anxiety
*Damien*Harper sits across from me on the jet, barefoot, her legs tucked up under her like we’re on her beat-up couch instead of a leather seat that probably cost more than her apartment. She fits in my world about as well as a paint-splattered easel in a corporate boardroom, yet I still find her absolutely irresistible. I love the way she cracks me open, lets in sunlight where there used to be nothing but polished surface and empty space.She catches me staring and grins, her hair a messy halo around her face. “What? Did I spill soy sauce on my shirt again?”“No.” I sip my scotch, savoring the burn, the way it sharpens my focus. “I’m just admiring the view.”She rolls her eyes, but there’s a blush rising to her cheeks, and it kills me how easily I can get under her skin. No one else blushes for me. Not the models, not the debutantes, not the socialites who’d sell their souls to spend a night in my bed. Only her.San Francisco glows under a soft sunset by the time we land, and inste
A Sketch Away From Perfect Future Expectations
*Scott*Harper’s been acting different all afternoon. It’s subtle enough that most people would miss it, but I know her too well. She’s smiling too tightly, laughing with a little too much energy, fidgeting in the way she only does when she’s trying to hide something. I could probably write a field guide to Harper Ward’s anxious ticks, and they’re all fully on display today.We’re hanging the last of her paintings in the studio, lining up each piece she’s created for her gallery showing. Harper’s perched on the step stool, holding a canvas while I measure and mark the wall. She’s so focused now, she’s barely breathing.“All right,” I say, stepping back. “That’s level.”“Great,” she says, but the smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes.I hand her the hammer, and she drives the nail into place with more force than necessary, her knuckles tight around the handle.“Okay, what’s going on?” I ask, leaning my shoulder against the wall. “Because if you hit that nail any harder, we’re gonna end up
A Sketch Away From Perfect Ex-Friends
*Harper*I stare at the dining table, wondering if I’ve overdone it. I’ve definitely overdone it. McKenzy, Melody, and I are the only three having dinner, but I’ve cooked enough for a small army. Roast chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, a side salad, and fresh bread with this fancy herb butter that McKenzy made sit on the table ready to be consumed. I even baked a peach cobbler because I remember Melody liking peaches when we were kids.I know it’s ridiculous since this is just a dinner to discuss baby shower plans, but my anxiety has forced me to create something that feels warm and welcoming, even if this entire situation is about as awkward as it gets. McKenzy peeks over my shoulder as I straighten a fork for the fourth time.“You want to tell me why you’re acting like you’re hosting the damn royal family?” she asks sarcastically.I snort. “Because I have no idea how this is going to go, and if it’s a disaster, at least I can feed her into a food coma,” I tell her honestly, laying
A Sketch Away From Perfect Pampered
*Tomas*I know Harper well enough by now to see when stress is eating her alive, even when she tries to hide it behind that bright, brave smile. Her art show has been consuming every spare second of her time, and on top of that, she still acts like Carmen is going to jump out at her every time we’re out together.That’s why today is all about her.She has no idea what I have planned, and the look of surprise when I show up at her door with a coffee in one hand and a bag of pastries in the other makes me feel like I already won the day.“Buenos días, preciosa.” I kiss her cheek as she opens the door, stepping inside before she can protest. “I’m stealing you for the day.”She blinks at me, still in her robe, hair a messy knot on top of her head. “Stealing me? What do you mean?”“I made an itinerary.” I wave a folded piece of paper in front of her face, then set it on the counter. “You deserve a ‘you day,’ Harper. No painting, no stress. Just you being pampered like the queen you are.”H
A Sketch Away From Perfect Chaos and Beauty Collide
*Harper*I’m practically vibrating with excitement when I burst into the apartment, nearly knocking poor McKenzy off the couch. She’s got paint in her hair, a bowl of popcorn balanced on her lap, and her laptop open to some DIY tutorial. The moment she sees my face, her eyes go wide.“Okay, what’s got you bouncing off the walls like a caffeinated squirrel?” she asks, grinning as she sets her popcorn aside.“We’re doing it!” I practically sing, spinning in a circle. “We’re having our art show. And it’s going to be huge.”McKenzy gasps and leaps off the couch to grab my hands. “Shut up. Are you serious? How did this happen?”“Damien,” I answer, breathless from my impromptu happy dance. “I mentioned it to him, and before I could even finish the sentence, he had this whole plan. He said he’s going to blast it all over social media and call in favors from every art critic, influencer, and high-society snob he knows.”McKenzy’s jaw drops. “Holy shit. You know what this means, right?”“That
A Sketch Away From Perfect Big Ideas
*Harper*McKenzy’s perched on top of a step stool, paintbrush clenched between her teeth, holding two wildly different knobs up to a half-finished dresser. One is sleek brass, the other shaped like a ceramic lemon.“I’m thinking weird fruit motif,” she says around the brush. “Or is that too quirky farm wife?”“Knowing you,” I say, smearing cobalt blue across my latest canvas, “it’s exactly the right amount of quirky farm wife.”She grins and tosses the lemon knob into her tool bag. “Perfect. If Scott hates it, I’ll tell him to take it up with my creative genius.”The studio feels especially bright today, sunlight spilling through the windows, illuminating the organized chaos we’ve turned it into. My corner smells like oil paint and turpentine. McKenzy’s side smells like sawdust and wood stain.McKenzy spins on her stool, eyeing my painting. “That’s new.”“Just started it last night,” I say. “It’s about Melody. Sort of.”She leans closer, frowning slightly. “It’s angry.”“It’s complica
A Sketch Away From Perfect A Sour Melody
*Harper*My third cup of coffee sits half-finished on the table, paint still clinging to the edges of my nails from a morning spent lost in my latest piece. McKenzy’s out running errands, the apartment is quiet, and I’m riding the kind of creative high that only comes when everything just clicks.I’m about to dip my brush into a streak of deep teal when my phone buzzes. I grab it without thinking, expecting McKenzy or Scott or maybe one of the guys.It’s the gallery in Chicago.My stomach flips.“Hello?” I answer, trying not to sound like someone who just inhaled a cinnamon roll while juggling a paintbrush between her teeth.“Harper! It’s Stephanie at the Whitney.” Her voice is bright, almost bubbly. That’s already a good sign.“Hi!” I tuck the phone between my ear and shoulder, scrambling for a notepad in case I need to write anything down.“I hope I’m not interrupting, but I wanted to call personally,” Stephanie says. “We’ve had some really wonderful interest in your work after that
