Once More Chance (Chance #2; Rosemary Beach #8)

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Authors: Abbi Glines
on his chest. The strength from having him with me again like this was unexpected. My heart had always been weak, but loving Grant made
it strong.
    His lips brushed the top of my head. “I love you. I love you so much,” he whispered into the silence.
    The fullness inside from hearing those words made me feel as if I would burst. I had this man’s love. Deep down, I’d known he loved me, but hearing him say that after everything I
had put him through made it real.
    “I love you, too,” I told him, then tilted my head back and stared up into his eyes. The emotion in those depths rocked me.
    “You need to sleep. We can talk in the morning, but right now, you need to rest, and I want nothing more than to hold you while you do,” he said, then pressed a kiss on my forehead
as if I were a delicate flower he didn’t want to break.
    I didn’t want to sleep. There was a lot I wanted to do, but sleeping wasn’t one of them. “I’m awake now,” I told him.
    He cupped my face with one hand and brushed his thumb over my cheek. “You should be asleep. I woke you up. You need sleep before we talk. I need some sleep, too.”
    He picked me up, carried me over to the bed, and placed me on it before reaching for his shirt and tugging it off. I watched in wonder as his beautiful chest was revealed. He pulled off his
shoes and went to unbutton his jeans and stopped. My gaze had been completely wrapped up in watching him undress, so when he didn’t continue, I lifted my eyes to meet his.
    Instead of hunger, I saw pain. I didn’t understand.
    “I think I’ll leave these on. We need to sleep,” he said, then climbed onto the bed and lay back, gently pulling me toward his chest. His arms encircled me.
    “I’m almost scared to close my eyes,” I admitted.
    “Why?” he asked, tensing underneath me.
    I tucked my head back against his shoulder so I could see his face. “Because I’m afraid this is a dream. I’ll wake up, and you won’t be here,” I admitted, then
reached up and touched his face to remind myself that he was real and he was here.
    “If you wake up and this is a dream, call me. I’ll come running. I swear,” he said, then took my hand and kissed my palm. “All you ever have to do is call me, and I will
drop anything to be with you.”

Grant
    I had woken up more than an hour ago, but Harlow was still sleeping peacefully, so I wasn’t moving. She needed sleep. Her body needed all the
rest it could get until I could make her see reason. I glanced down at her curled up beside me and noticed her hand resting protectively over her stomach. Even in her sleep, she was protecting the
life inside her.
    A tug inside me at the idea of a baby, my baby, startled me. I didn’t expect to feel anything for the life that could take her from me. But I did. I felt something. It wasn’t enough
to bargain with Harlow’s life, but I felt a deep sense of loss when I thought about what we had to do. I couldn’t pretend it wasn’t there. I would mourn the baby, but I would be
able to move on because I would have Harlow.
    Convincing Harlow that saving herself was most important was my main focus. That and keeping her rested and her body healthy. I just didn’t know yet how hard that first part was going to
be. From the way Rush talked, it wouldn’t be easy.
    The smell of coffee drifted into the room, and I heard Mase moving around in the small cabin. I wanted him to leave—do something else and leave us alone. I didn’t need his
interference. This was between Harlow and me. Her brother had taken care of her when I couldn’t, but I was here now, and it was time he stepped down.
    “Good morning.” Harlow’s sleepy voice brought my gaze back to her face. Those big, beautiful eyes of hers looked happy this morning. She wanted me here. She may have been
trying to keep me away, but she wanted me here. That was all the proof I needed.
    “Morning, sweet girl,” I replied, then pressed a kiss to her soft lips. I

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