Take a Chance

by Abbi Glines

  And I didn’t know what to do about it.

  I was hoping Mase had some wisdom to share.

  Nan’s car was gone when I pulled up to the house, and I breathed a sigh of relief. This was good. Maybe she was gone on one of her trips. I headed inside and stopped by the kitchen to get myself a bottle of water before going up to my room.

  My room was just like I left it. Nan must have told the house cleaner not to go into my room. Not that I cared. I didn’t have a messy room, just an unmade bed. I set my water down on the table and sat down.

  Mase answered his phone on the second ring.

  “About damn time I got a call from you,” he grumbled into the phone.

  “Sorry. I’ve been busy,” I replied.

  “Don’t need to know. I already got an idea of the busy you’ve been.”

  My cheeks turned red. I hated thinking about what he’d heard on the plane.

  “How are things?” I asked him.

  “Working my ass off. With Jim down, I’m having to take up all his work. The man works hard. I wake up early and fall into bed late.”

  “How much longer will he be in a cast?”

  “Six weeks. I can handle it. Hard work never hurt me.”

  The idea of Kiro’s only son working hard on a ranch in Texas wasn’t what the world would imagine.

  “What about you? Nan eat you up yet?” he asked.

  “No. I’m too tough for her. You know that.”

  “Bullshit. She sees you with Grant and she’s going apeshit on your ass. He better be ready to make sure you come out without a scratch.”

  “She knows, and he handled her. I haven’t seen her in a few days.”

  “Good. Maybe she’ll stay gone.”

  I hadn’t called him to talk about Nan. I needed guy advice. “Do you think it would be stupid for me to have feelings for Grant?”

  He didn’t reply right away. I was worried he was about to say what I already feared. “I was under the impression that, for you to do what I heard on that plane, you’d already have feelings for him.”

  “Well, yeah, I already had feelings for him, but I mean . . . you know, feelings feelings.”

  Mase chuckled. “Are you trying to ask me if it’s smart for you to fall in love with Grant Carter?”

  Well, yeah. “I guess,” I replied.

  “No. It’s probably the dumbest thing you could do. But it’s done. You were in love with him when you decided to sleep with him. That’s who you are, Harlow. So you’ve done it. You need to be worrying about what you’re gonna do when this ends. How will you handle it?”

  I sat there staring at the mirror in front of me. He was right. I had been in love with Grant for months. I didn’t want to admit it because it was pathetic. You didn’t fall in love in two weeks. But I had done just that. Then he’d left.

  “I don’t know,” I said.

  Mase grunted, and I could tell he was moving something heavy. “You pack your shit and come to Texas. I’ll handle the rest. That’s what we’ll do.”

  I realized talking to Mase about this was pointless. I wasn’t moving to Texas and I wasn’t letting him seek revenge. “Never mind. I’ll figure this out. Thanks for listening.”

  “I’m here, Sis. Anytime. Just call me.”

  “I know. Love you.”

  “You, too,” he replied.

  I hung up and dropped the phone beside me. Where did I go from here?

  I was in love with Grant. Full-fledged in love with him. I wanted him forever. I wanted to see his smile every morning. I wanted to know what it was like to be in his arms every day. What had I done?

  Grant

  It was after nine when I rolled back into Rosemary. I had tried calling Harlow twice and she hadn’t answered. If Rush hadn’t told me that Nan was in New York with Georgianna, I would be panicking. But I knew Harlow was home alone. I kept telling myself she was asleep or left her phone upstairs.

  By the time I pulled into Nan’s driveway I was jumping out of the truck and running to the door. She was gonna have to start answering her phone when I was gone from now on. We’d talk about that. First, I just needed to see her face and know she was okay.

  The door was locked. Good girl. I rang the bell and waited. I was about to ring it again when the door opened and a sleepy-looking Harlow answered. A smile touched her lips and she ran her hand through her hair. “Hey,” she said sweetly.

  I walked inside and closed the door behind me, then covered her mouth with mine. It was so soft and plump, free of lip gloss, and I wanted a taste. It was all I’d thought about on my drive home.

  She slipped her hands up my arms and held on. The little blue polka-dotted boxers and matching tank top she was wearing shouldn’t have been so damn sexy. But on her, they were that and more.

  When I pulled back to look at her I smiled. “Hey.”

  She giggled and laid her head on my chest. “Sorry, I fell asleep on the couch watching season one of How I Met Your Mother on Netflix.”

  I wasn’t sure what the hell that was but I nodded anyway. “Where’s your phone?”

  She frowned. “I think upstairs.”

  I pulled her closer. “Next time I’m gone, keep it with you. I broke every damn speed limit out there trying to get back because you wouldn’t answer.”

  She leaned into me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think about it. People don’t normally call me.”

  That, in itself, boggled my mind. Why didn’t people call her? Didn’t they want to hear her voice? Be near her? The world was full of idiots.

  “I call you. I need to hear your voice when I’m gone,” I told her.

  The grin that lit up her face made my heart swell. “Okay.”

  I was going to have to tell her soon. I needed her to know how I felt. She wasn’t going anywhere. I was keeping her. I wasn’t letting her go. I’d chase her all over the damn world if I had to.

  “It’s been a long day, and right now I want to crawl into bed with you,” I told her instead.

  “Mmm, okay,” she said before slipping her hand in mine and turning to walk toward the stairs.

  At this moment, life was good. I had my girl and I was about to hold her all night. Before Harlow, I didn’t get it. Why Rush and Woods would let one woman control their emotions, lives, actions.

  But I got it now.

  It made complete sense.

  This little woman had me wrapped around her little finger, and she didn’t have a clue.

  I was going to have to tell her. I just didn’t want to scare her off. I needed to let her fall in love with me, too. When I knew she was mine and my feelings wouldn’t send her packing, I would tell her.

  “I don’t think Nan is in town,” she said, glancing back at me.

  “She’s not. I talked to Rush.”

  Harlow didn’t reply but I could see her body tense. What the hell was that about?

  When we got to the top of the stairs I tugged her back to me. “What? Say what you’re thinking.”

  “I’m not thinking anything,” she replied, but the look on her face mimicked her body language.

  “Yes, you are. Tell me or we’ll stand right here all night.”

  She let out a sigh and looked away from me. “You talked to Rush about Nan,” she mumbled.

  “Of course I did. I had left you with your crazy-ass half sister to drive two hours away and I wanted to make sure you were okay. I called Rush to send Blaire over here to stay with you, and he told me there were no worries. Nan had gone to New York.”

  Her shoulders relaxed and then drooped. “I guess I’m not dealing well with this thing yet.”

  She was jealous, and that made me want to shout. I cupped her face in my hands. “My past with Nan bothers you. I know that and I’m going to do whatever the hell I have to in order to ease your mind.”

  She nodded, then let out a soft laugh.

  “Why are you laughing?”

  “Because I can’t believe I’m acting like this.”

 
Me neither, but I wasn’t about to complain. I was thrilled.

  “Would it make it better if I admit that I like it?”

  She cocked one eyebrow. “You like me to act like a possessive, crazed girlfriend?”

  “Hell yeah, I do. And nothing about you is crazed. But, baby, anytime you want to get possessive over me, then do it. Turns me the fuck on.”

  She laughed and slapped my chest, then turned around and started strutting to the bedroom.

  “You left me,” I called after her.

  “Come and get me,” she replied, and glanced back and winked at me.

  Harlow just fucking winked at me.

  “Get your ass naked and on that bed now before I rip that cute little outfit off your body,” I ordered before going after her.

  Harlow

  Ididn’t do well in crowds. I preferred to stay away from crowds. But I also couldn’t tell Grant that I didn’t want to go with him to a charity event at the club. He was on the board of directors and it was an annual ball held to benefit sea life along the gulf coast.

  Kerrington Club had hosted this event for more than twenty years. Grant had told me he didn’t really want to go either, but Woods wanted him there. So we were going. Tonight was held in memory of Jace. His parents would be there, and Woods had warned Grant they would play a video that wouldn’t be easy to get through. Jace’s death was still too fresh for all of them.

  I spent extra time putting on makeup, mostly because I didn’t do it often and I wanted to get it right. Choosing a dress hadn’t been easy, either. I had several formal ones that Dad had insisted I buy to bring here. He had said there would be events I would need them for. When I didn’t buy any, he’d had the personal shopper he hired for me bring several to me. I’d pointed at the few I liked and was done with it. I never expected to actually be wearing one. Now I was thankful Dad had made sure I had them.

  I finally settled on the pale blue satin that hit right above my knees in the front and went longer in the back. I slipped on a pair of Daniele Michetti heels that consisted of barely there straps and tiny silver spikes. They were an impulse buy. I never bought things like this, but I’d seen them one day and couldn’t resist. I hadn’t even tried them on. I always got nervous in shoe stores.

  I had only worn them around my bedroom. Tonight, I was being brave and wearing them in public. The dress called for it. I hoped if I dressed boldly then I would feel bold. By the time I finished curling, piling, and pinning the curls I’d spent over an hour working on, it was time for Grant to arrive. Nan was in her room, also getting dressed. We hadn’t spoken earlier when she came in. She just walked past me as if I hadn’t been there.

  Grant had warned me she would be coming tonight. I had assured him I could get ready without him being my bodyguard. The doorbell rang right on time, and I stepped out of my room, grabbing the black and silver clutch that matched the best with my shoes.

  Nan’s door didn’t open. I was relieved. Taking the stairs slowly, I headed to the door and then took a deep breath. Grant had never seen me like this. I wanted him to like it. No, I wanted his tongue to hang out. I was being vain. I had never gone to prom. This was that moment all little girls imagine.

  Slowly, I opened the door. Instead of Grant, August stood there in a black tux, his hair styled perfectly. He blatantly checked me out, starting at my feet and going all the way up.

  “Nan isn’t ready yet, but you can come in and wait,” I told him, stepping back and hoping to get his eyes off my body.

  “I hope she looks half as good as you do,” he said with a wink as he walked into the foyer, his tall body making it seem smaller. Where was Nan?

  “Um, can I get you a drink?” I asked, hoping to find a reason to get away from him.

  “I’d love one. I’m sure she plans to keep me waiting another half hour. Glad I got good company,” he replied.

  I didn’t like him. I turned and headed to the kitchen and felt like cursing when I heard his steps fall in behind mine. I had been planning on him going to the living room and waiting.

  “I can get you a drink and bring it to the living room if you want to have a seat,” I told him.

  “You don’t even know what I want.” He was amused; I could hear it in his voice.

  “Oh, sorry. What would you like?”

  He didn’t reply. When I stepped into the kitchen I battled my impulse to run back upstairs with the excuse that I’d forgotten something, leaving him to fix his own drink.

  “Hard to believe you and Nan are related. She’s not at all this polite and sweet,” he said, pulling out a bar stool and sitting down.

  I needed to get out of here. I would hurry and make his drink, then run. I turned and reached for a glass. “What would you like?” I asked.

  He leaned forward and began checking my legs out again. “A lot of things,” he replied.

  I set the glass down. I was leaving him to help himself.

  “Who’s the lucky guy taking you to the ball tonight?” he asked.

  “I am.” Grant’s voice startled me, and I spun around to see him scowling at August. I hadn’t heard him come in, but then I had been focused on getting away from August.

  “Don’t blame you. She’s the nicer sister,” August said, dropping his gaze to my legs again.

  Grant rounded the bar and was pulling me to his side before I could blink. “You ready?” he asked me.

  I nodded. “Yeah.” This was not the moment I had been daydreaming about. Grant looked like he was barely controlling his anger, not interested in how I looked.

  “Hello, Grant,” Nan drawled as she walked into the kitchen.

  I turned to look at her in the short, tight red dress that hugged her every curve. She shouldn’t look stunning in red but she did. Nan was what every little girl wanted to look like when she grew up. Her long red hair hung in soft curls and rested on her cleavage, which was right out there for the world to see and, no doubt, drool over.

  “Damn, baby,” August said, standing up with his mouth slightly open.

  I glanced at Grant, who was also looking at Nan. The way I had wanted him to look at me. I closed my eyes briefly and took a deep breath. I didn’t want to see that.

  “You always did look good in a tux,” Nan said, ignoring August and keeping her eyes on Grant.

  This wasn’t a game I knew how to play. My instinct told me to take off running to my room and lock myself up and let Grant have what he wanted while I got the heartbreak I knew was coming for me. But my pride wouldn’t let me move. So I stood there, hoping he remembered me and had enough compassion to not totally humiliate me in front of Nan.

  Nan’s smile curled up evilly on her lips as she sauntered toward Grant, not taking her eyes off him and knowing she had his complete attention.

  I was about to give in and flee. I could go to Texas. It wasn’t so bad.

  Grant slipped his hand into mine and started walking for the exit. I didn’t glance back at Nan, although I heard her laugh an amused, knowing laugh, which shot a pain through my chest. Because she knew, just like I did, that she’d gotten to Grant.

  Grant was silent until we got outside and down the steps to his truck. Once we reached it, he let go of my hand, but instead of opening the door he turned me around to face him.

  “You look so damn beautiful, I’m not sure how you expect me to focus tonight,” he said as his eyes finally focused on me.

  This was what I wanted. The silly female in me wanted to see his appreciation, but now . . . it fell flat. I had seen the way he looked at Nan, transfixed. He hadn’t reacted that way to me. But then I didn’t look like Nan. Could I blame him? He was a guy, and Nan was breathtaking. I was just me.

  “I wish we didn’t have to go to this ball. I want to take you out and keep you all to myself.”

  I liked that idea. Facing a room full of people was not on my priority list. But I wasn’t sure I wanted to be alone with him tonight. There was a wound I needed to lick now, and hiding out in my room wit
h my books was more appealing.

  “We will stay long enough to make Woods happy. Then I promise I’ll make this night better,” he whispered before pressing a kiss to my mouth and making a low growl. He jerked away and opened the truck door. “Get in before I change my mind and piss Woods off.”

  When he was ready to leave, I would make an excuse to come home and go to bed. Alone.

  “How long was that douche there before I got there?” Grant asked as he pulled out of the driveway and onto the road.

  “Maybe ten minutes. Not long,” I replied.

  Grant’s nod was tight. He didn’t like August, and I wanted to believe it had nothing to do with his dating Nan. But it was hard. He’d explained his relationship with Nan to me, but I wasn’t sure I completely believed him. Especially now.

  Grant

  Harlow was silent the entire way to the club, but I needed that time to calm myself down. Walking in and seeing that piece of scum looking at her chest had just about sent me over the damn edge. I should have been there earlier. I didn’t like thinking about Harlow being at that house and August being able to show up at any time. What if he got Harlow alone? My hands clenched the steering wheel tighter.

  That wasn’t fucking happening. Nan’s looks weren’t enough, and I had no doubt August was figuring that out. Tonight she’d played it up big. Sure, she was gorgeous. Nan had always been gorgeous, but it was only her appearance. The moment she opened her spiteful mouth her outward appearance dimmed. It wasn’t enough.

  I knew she had misinterpreted the way I looked at her tonight. She was just glad to have my attention. She didn’t understand what I was looking at. She thought she’d stunned me with her looks. I was past that. Nan was a part of my past. She always would be. We had bonded over our absent parents. Nan and I had grown up with absent parents, but I didn’t let that define me. Nan did. She let it poison her. Tonight, I had seen only the bitterness and hate in her when she’d walked into the room. It was all there on her face, and I wondered how I had ever missed that. Was I that blind before . . . before . . .