The Things We Leave Unfinished Novel Free

“Are you?” “Well, not right away. Ian is going to need a little looking after, and this could really be our chance to rekindle things. There’s always been that zing between us. It’s never faded.” She fumbled with her phone. “I called an Uber. They take forever around here.” “It’s a small town.” I glanced…

Her breath caught, and she gasped at the tall figure standing in the middle of the pavement in service uniform. “Jameson,” she whispered, her knees nearly giving out in relief. … He covered the distance between them, eating her alive with his eyes. She was okay. He’d flown two missions last night, breaking only to…

Like right now. “I’m sorry…did you just say he pops out of a Christmas present?” I pulled the phone away from my ear and glanced at the screen, making sure that was actually Noah on the other end. Yep, that was his number, his low-and I could admit, begrudgingly-sexy voice, spinning an absolutely ludicrous tale….

“Stanton! Reed! We have to go!” someone shouted from behind them. “Financial ruin.” Jameson shook his head. “You mean to tell me that your parents are what? Selling you off?” “Trying to, yes.” There was the ugly truth of it, and his face showed it. She bristled. “Don’t look at me like that. You Americans…

“Why would I ask her? I never ask for input before something is finished.” It ruined the process, and my gut instincts hadn’t failed me yet, anyway. “I cannot believe I actually signed a contract giving someone who’s not even in the industry final approval.” And yet I’d do it again just for the challenge….

“Come on, Noah. I’ve never known you to shy away from a challenge. Hell, you seek them out. Pick up the phone and use that legendary charm to get your foot in the proverbial door. Then get to listening, buddy. Now, I have to shower before a meeting.” He headed toward the revolving door. “I’ve…

“I know that now!” I pinched the bridge of my nose, searching for a way forward when it looked like we were at an impasse. “Do you honestly want your gran’s story to be sad and mournful?” “She wasn’t sad. And this isn’t a romance!” “It should be. We can give it the ending she…

“Good,” Scarlett answered. Seeing that the bottom of her skirt already bore bloodstains, Scarlett muttered a curse and wiped her hands clean on the fabric of her uniform. “Drive faster, Constance. Jameson’s going to be on the board.” … Scarlett wasn’t tired after one watch, so she took a second, replacing another filter officer who…

She filed the after Jameson in the same category as after the war. Both were obscure enough concepts that she refused to waste her time examining either of them, especially now. Since the Battle of Britain, as Churchill had called it, had begun a few weeks ago, and the Germans had begun bombing various airfields…

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…