I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to how breath-stealing Jake truly is. “All okay?” I ask, turning my head to look at him. Fuckin’ idiots…oh, you know that thing I asked you to do for me… you did? Good, thanks.” With a sigh, Jake ends his call and tosses his iPhone onto the side table. If they have a problem with that, then remind them they are not irreplaceable…I know. “Just tell them to do the job I pay them to do. Jake is beside me on his own lounger, his hand in mine, fingers laced together, as he talks on the phone to Stuart. Letting my leg dangle off the edge of the lounger, I push my toes into the soft white sand. Ushing my sunglasses from my eyes to rest on top of my head, I tilt my face toward the still-hot early-evening sun. TRU… CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN JAKE… CHAPTER EIGHT TRU… CHAPTER NINE CHAPTER TEN JAKE… CHAPTER ELEVEN TRU… CHAPTER TWELVE CHAPTER THIRTEEN CHAPTER FOURTEEN CHAPTER FIFTEEN CHAPTER SIXTEEN CHAPTER SEVENTEEN FIVE MONTHS LATER… CHAPTER EIGHTEEN JAKE… CHAPTER NINETEEN CHAPTER TWENTY CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO TRU… CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE EPILOGUE ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS ABOUT THE AUTHOR For those of you who read The Mighty Storm, loved it, recommended it to your family and friends, wrote reviews, sent me wonderful messages…this is for each and every one of you.
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