All Chapters of If Tomorrow Never Comes: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“You look great,” Casey said, looking me over in admiration.I smiled, appreciating the compliment. “Thanks, Casey,” I said as I patted her shoulder. “You look like a princess.”She laughed as she smoothed her hands over her dress. “I feel like one.”Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I opened it and a man in a black tuxedo and tie with a long trench coat overtop was standing on the other side. “We’re ready, Miss Collins.”I nodded, and then turned to Casey. “It’s time. Are you ready?”She laughed as she picked up her guitar. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”The bodyguard took her guitar case from her and he and two more men, dressed exactly like the first, escorted us down the hallway to the elevator, but only the first stepped inside. The other two guards took the other elevator.A moment later, the doors opened to the lobby, where

When I opened the door to my hotel room, I went straight into my bedroom, plopped my clutch down onto the side table, and sat down on the bed. A fresh wave of tears came to my eyes as I let the tears flow, thinking of Logan. Everything was suddenly fresh in my mind again: looking into his eyes for the last time, the accident, and the horn screaming loudly, breaking the silence of the night, echoing what I was feeling, and then nothing as I passed out, after I was thrown forty feet from the car. I lay down as images of Logan in the candlelight came to mind as we had our picnic on the floor …I sat up on the edge of the bed and rubbed my eyes as my heart fluttered within my chest. Did I really see Logan tonight, or am I finally losing my mind? I let out a deep breath and slipped on my robe. Walking out to the living room, I absentmindedly turned on the television. Maybe watching a little news or a show might take my mind off things. Enough for me to sleep, anyway.

I slipped into my black leather jacket as I started walking toward the elevators. “Okay. You have me. Now, what are you going to do with me?” I cringed, knowing I had just left myself wide open.Curt burst out laughing. “Oh, you do not want me to answer that question.”I smacked his arm lightly and he flinched, but I knew I hadn’t hurt him in the slightest. It’s funny. We had just met, but I felt more relaxed with him that I had with any other man in years. “Let me rephrase that: where would you like to go?”He shrugged as the elevator doors opened and we stepped in. “We can just go for a walk down Fifth Avenue, if you like. We could go shopping …”“Oh no! Don’t start that again!”He laughed. “What is it with you? Usually, women are dying to shop … in New York … on Fifth Avenue,” he baited.“Okay, okay!” I said, surrende

“May I interest you in some champagne, sir?” the waiter asked, carrying a bottle when he approached.Craig smiled. “Yes, by all means … and leave the bottle.”“Craig, I can’t stay long. I have to get back to work,” I said as I opened the menu.He reached over and placed his hand over mine, but I pulled away and took a sip of my champagne.Craig looked in my eyes. “I missed you while you were away.”Before I could reply, the waiter approached our table. “Welcome to Husk Restaurant. May I take your order, or would you like another minute?” he asked, sensing that he had just interrupted something.Craig shook his head, and then looked over at me. “Are you ready?”I nodded. “I’d like the catfish.” I dearly loved catfish, and Husk had the best in town.Craig closed his menu. “Sounds delicious,” he said as he smiled.

“Well, it’s about time you came home on time,” Alanna said as I walked into the door of our apartment later that night. “To what do I owe this honor?”I slipped out of my coat and hung it on the coat rack near the door. “You wouldn’t believe it if I told you.”Alanna squealed, her voice raising three octaves. “You have a date?!”I smiled. “And that’s the first thing you thought of.” I walked into my bedroom, shaking my head.I had closed the door behind me, but Alanna burst through and plopped onto the bed. “Okay, spill!”I laughed. “What? Are we back in college now?”Alanna lay back onto the bed and flailed her arms and legs, beating up my bed. “Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!”“My goodness, girl!” I said, laughing as I crossed the room to my closet. “Stop assaulting my bed!” I flung open the closet doo