The police station had been godawful, but nothing compared to what I would face when I got home. I had talked to three different detectives who all had the same questions asked in a slightly different way, but my story never changed. I'd been exhausted. I had lived on three to four hours of sleep for months, and my body demanded rest. I had done the responsible thing. I pulled over when I realized I was too tired to drive. It was the afternoon on a busy interstate in Texas. The rest area was buzzing with people, taking a quick nap should not have resulted in anything catastrophic. Despite the number of times I recounted what I knew, another officer came in and repeated the same steps as though they were trying to get me to falter, but there was nothing to mistake. I didn't remember anything between locking the doors and waking up in the hospital. I'd sobbed with each officer, begged them to believe it had been an accident-but each one left the room with pained expressions. After six
I didn't have a clue what to wear to meet his best friend. This evening seemed more monumental than meeting his parents would have been. I'd heard more about Brett and Annie in the months I'd known Dan than I had about anyone in Dan's family. Brett's opinion of me held a lot of weight whether Dan wanted to admit that or not. "Penny, I promise you no one will care what you're wearing. Go comfortable. Please."I took him at his word and put on a fitted Vans T-shirt, snug fit boot-cut jeans, and my black Doc Martens. I glanced at him standing at my front door wearing dark wash jeans that fit perfectly and a shirt that appeared to have been made to highlight his gorgeous upper body and wondered what the hell he was doing with me. "What's wrong, beautiful?"I snickered. "We're quite a mix matched pair."He snaked an arm around my waist pulling me into him. "I think we're a perfect pair. And just wait, we aren't the anomaly you believe we are."We locked up my house and left Cosmo ex
We left Brett and Annie several hours later. "Come home with me." Dan didn't pose a question, he made a statement. We had yet to spend the night together. Today had been the first time we'd had sex, and he wanted to take it further. I knew by agreeing, our relationship was going from casual dating to commitment in twenty-four hours. Sex, meeting the best friends, spending the night-it was all a recipe for a serious relationship. My mind struggled to acquiesce, but my heart wanted to go. Nothing had ever felt so right, not even with Matt, but I wondered if my heart were leading me down a primrose path I wouldn't recover from. I hadn't been honest with Dan. He didn't know the skeletons in my closet, but he hadn't revealed any to me either. The desire to throw caution to the wind was strong."I didn't bring any clothes with me." "You don't need any." His heated gaze melted my remaining resistance. He didn't wait for my response. He turned his truck toward his house and took my ha
I'd barely walked in the door when my phone lit up with a text message. Expecting it to be Dan, I was surprised to see Annie's name. I'd forgotten we'd exchanged numbers last night before we left and certainly hadn't expected to hear from her this morning. She was going to the basketball tournament Dan had just dropped me off to attend and wanted to know if I wanted to go. He had just let me out at my house. He hadn't extended an invitation to watch him play. I worried I'd be overstepping my bounds.Annie: You're kidding me, right? He probably thought you wouldn't be interested. I never go to these things. Me: I just don't want to come off all clingy just because we had sex.That was probably more information than I should have shared.Annie: Wait, what? Like recently?Me: Yesterday was the first time.Annie: Dan Hadley has been dating you for how long and hadn't sealed the deal?Me: Stop. It's not a big deal. I just don't want him to think it created a huge shift in our relati
I'd cried since Dan left. I couldn't hold on to anything without killing it. Anything that depended on me would be sorely let down. He was a cat. I shouldn't be crushed, but it was almost as painful as losing Joshua. In some ways, I was like a recovering addict. They're not supposed to be in romantic relationships until they've completed a year of sobriety, and then programs suggest trying to keep a house plant alive for a year before embarking on a pet. I had done it all. I wasn't an addict, but I'd endured months of extensive counseling-I'd followed the rules. First Joshua, now my cat. It just didn't make sense except I was toxic to anything dependent upon me. The beating on my door scared the crap out of me. I was hesitant to go to the door at almost midnight. I approached quietly to see if I could see who was on the porch before I turned on the light."Lissa, baby, open the door." Dan's voice rang out in the night, booming against the door. It dawned on me he was kicking the doo
I had fallen asleep wrapped up in Dan's arms. Sometime during the night, he'd pulled a blanket over us but never let me go. When I woke to the brick wall that was his chest, a lazy smile crossed my cheeks. The warmth radiating off him surrounded me in a cocoon of security. Just for a moment, I wished I could suspend time. It was a pipe dream. I knew I had to wake him so he could decide about going to the basketball tournament. I roamed my hand across his chest and over his shoulder, memorizing the details as I went down his arm. The corners of his mouth tipped up, but he didn't open his eyes."Don't stop. That feels good." His voice was groggy and husky. If he hadn't had the night he had, I'd be all over him. Instead, I continued to trail my hand all over his exposed skin enjoying the feel of him under my fingertips. The swelling had gone down in his face, but he still had evidence of his feline encounter all over his arms. Hopefully, the scratches wouldn't leave scars. "What are
Annie and I had become fast friends. She had a small group of girlfriends, but they were currently on different paths. She was career driven, focused in a way most women never are because they're more interested in husbands and babies. I admired her and Brett for that matter. The more time we spent with them, the more I saw the intricate way their lives were woven with Dan's and just how easily they were bringing me into that fold. There was no longer a day that went by that I didn't receive messages from Annie; she wasn't big on talking on the phone, which suited me just fine. We met for lunch when she was out near the University and coffee after work. Having a girlfriend who wanted nothing more than to be my friend was priceless. She was pulling for Dan and me just as much as I was.The last time we'd met for coffee was the day I knew Annie valued our friendship as much as I did. Dan had told me for months she was a private person. Her past had been daunting, and she didn't share
I knew I'd beat him to his house and wasn't sure how comfortable I was going in alone. I wasn't going to snoop, but it was his personal space, and I didn't want to intrude. I warred with that silly notion for far longer than I should before I got out, found the key, and let myself in.Closing the door behind me, I took a single step before I noticed the vast number of flowers-all the color of my hair. Beautiful orange Marigolds, California Poppies, Lily of the Incas, and far more I didn't recognize. Petals littered the floor in a path between the vases. Everywhere I turned there were more I hadn't seen. Each vase took me a step closer to the living room where Dan sat on the couch with something in his hand. My heart threatened to beat out of my chest until I realized what he was holding was paper."Where's your truck?" My brow furrowed in confusion."That's the question you're choosing to lead with?" He roared with laughter. I stopped and gave him a look, the one that told him I