The Things We Leave Unfinished Novel Free

He nodded, then shut the door once she was in, wishing she’d have preferred Constance, Christine, or even Howard drove instead of him so he could have tucked her in tight against him in the back seat. Instead, he took the wheel and began the drive to the airfield. This was always when the mood…

“I think if you’re going to be writing Gran’s story, you can call me Georgia.” I brought my gaze to meet his and noted, to his credit, that he wasn’t staring at the shelves of rare books or even the infamous typewriter that Gran had sworn by in the middle of the desk. His eyes…

“Noooo!” Hazel gasped, her mouth dropping open. “He’s engaged?” “He is, according to the seventeen text messages I’ve gotten today. Thank God for do-not-disturb.” The future Mrs. Damian Ellsworth was now a twenty-two-year-old blonde with much bigger breasts than the ones filling my healthy C cup. I shrugged. “I expected it, seeing as she’s due…

“Because the idea was so preposterous that I was certain you were kidding!” This had to be a joke. At any moment, he’d pull her from the cockpit and tease her about her reaction. “I never joke about flying. Okay, I have the radio set to the training frequency, so I’ll be able to hear…

“Just a little north of the village.” He led her to the small clearing they’d made with the truck yesterday. She gasped, covering her hands with her mouth, and he smiled. There was a small table with three chairs, set for an early dinner. He’d even managed to scrounge up a real tablecloth. The look…

His arms surrounded her as they swayed to the beat in the dying sunlight, and she melted when he pulled her in close. Her head rested perfectly in the hollow of his shoulder, and the rough canvas of his coveralls only served to remind her that this was very real. How easy it would be…

“Sure. As soon as she answers the question.” Jameson looked her dead in the eye. A nagging little feeling told her that he’d always be this forthright. It also told her not to let go. “Scarlett,” Constance urged. “I’m sorry, what was the question?” Had he asked another while she was distracted by staring? Her…

Middle Wallop, England Dappled sunlight filtered through the leaves of the giant oak tree and flickered over Scarlett as she lay below on a thick plaid blanket, thoroughly enjoying her first day off in almost a week. Not that she minded keeping busy. There was a certain rush to being at work that she found…

“Noah?” His gaze darted meaningfully toward the women. Guess so. I was caught somewhere between laughing my ass off and scoffing. “Because I promise not to lose it?” My voice pitched up at the end, turning my obvious statement into a question. “Comforting,” Georgia remarked. My eyes narrowed. “Noah, let’s step out into the foyer,”…

“Say something.” “Okay, okay.” She went quiet, and I could almost see the gears turning in her quick mind. “You tell Georgia that under no circumstances will Damian Ellsworth be allowed to direct, produce, or sniff around the story.” My brow furrowed. “This has nothing to do with movie rights.” The guy was a shitty…