LOGINAll the songs that have been listed and have been an inspiration for this book are listed below. Please feel free to create your own playlist of these songs as well as the songs from my debut book, A Little Cinderella Moment. For a disclaimer, I own NO RIGHTS to the music selected in this book.Song
1 year later The late afternoon California sunshine streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, bathing the room in a warm golden glow. I lean back in my chair and allow myself a rare moment of stillness. Outside, Santa Monica carries on as it always has. Palm trees sway gently in t
Robin bursts into laughter. "Busted." Chase wipes quickly at his eyes. "It's allergies." "Inside an airport?" "Very aggressive air conditioning." Nobody believes him. We share one final group hug before boarding is announced. As Greg and I walk towards the departure gate, I glance back one last
I never imagined saying goodbye to Boston would be this difficult. The apartment looks almost unrecognizable. The walls that had once been decorated with photographs, calendars, and little reminders of everyday life are now bare, leaving pale outlines where memories had hung. Cardboard boxes lined e
Chase nearly spat out his drink. "You don't own a piano." "I know. I was making a point." The room bursts into laughter again. "I do have one more thing." Dad reaches into his pocket once more. Everyone immediately laughs. "There's more?" Robin asks. "There is." This time, he produces a small ve
A hush settles over the room as Dad reaches into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. Greg had been right. He isn't finished. Dad looks around the room, smiling at every familiar face before his eyes settle on Greg and me. "I promise I won't keep everyone much longer." "You've got all night, Dad!"
JenGreg’s alarm goes off at a time in the morning that should genuinely be illegal. I couldn’t even open my eyes at first. I just groan and bury my face deeper into the pillow, fully prepared to pretend I didn’t hear it. Beside me, Greg makes a noise that sounds somewhere between a sigh and a compl
By the time I get home this evening, I feel good. Training had gone well. Coach Dixon is happy with our progress. Dale is happy with what he saw today out on our track. Vegas is getting closer with every passing second. My plans are falling into place. Too perfectly almost. Which naturally makes me
The rest of the week settles into something I haven’t experienced in a long time. Routine. Not survival. Not chaos. Just… routine. Every morning starts roughly the same way. Coffee. Breakfast. Greg leaving for training. Me heading into the office. A quick kiss goodbye. Then both of us disappear into
The line rings twice before Stuart Lockwood answers. “Greg?” I immediately hear the concern in his voice. “Everything okay? Is Jen alright?” I smile softly despite my nerves. “She’s fine,” I say quickly. “She’s perfect, actually.” Stuart exhales audibly. “Good. You scared me for a second there.”







