Hannah“Eat.”Noah held the steaming plate of casserole in front of me, thrusting it a little closer into my face. I narrowed my eyes at him and leaned away, shooting him a wary look.“I’m not hungry.”“Yes, you are. You have to eat something.”Dammit. Noah was right; I was starving. But I wasn’t ab
HannahThe sound of Noah’s voice made me stand so abruptly that I whacked my head on the sofa. Reeling, I clutched the side of my head and began to careen backwards, my other hand windmilling in search of something to grab onto.“Easy, there.”I felt two strong, warm arms wrap around me from behind,
“Just… Why?” I managed, swallowing hard around the lump in my throat. “Why would you go be with her when your wife was injured at home?”He paused, a muscle ticking in his jaw before he answered. “It was for Adam.”“Adam?”“I didn’t want him to watch his mom go through that all on his own,” he said.
HannahI stood there frozen, my heart sinking as Noah shook his head at me in confusion. He blinked at me, pursing his lips; this was no prank or cruel joke. He genuinely didn’t remember—just as he hadn’t remembered our meeting date.“You don’t… You don’t remember?” I all but whispered, trying and f
Hannah I woke up the next morning, my eyes still puffy from spending the night crying, to the smell of bacon wafting through the small house. Almost instantly, I felt my stomach growl and begin to cave in—Goddess, I was hungry. With a yawn, I slowly sat up and stretched. I was still in the guest
Hannah The kids all looked up in unison at the sound of the voice. One little boy gasped: “Alpha Drake!” Indeed, there he was: Drake, in all his glory, standing against a nearby wall with his hands in his pockets. He had a grin on his face as he pushed away from the wall and approached. “Hanna
I frowned, placing a hand on his arm. “Drake.” Drake snapped his eyes over to me, his muscles tensing as he likely prepared some kind of retort. But then his shoulders slackened, and he let out a sigh as he ran a hand through his hair. “I know, I know. I can’t strong-arm her into falling back in
Hannah It was only a few moments after Viona showed me the tabloid that my phone began to ring on the coffee table. Exchanging nervous glances with my friend, I carefully leaned forward and felt myself visibly cringe at the name on the caller ID. “It’s Noah,” I murmured, my voice trembling despi