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This week’s teaser is from Adam Parker’s POV. This teaser also contains **MAJOR SPOILERS** for those who haven’t read Relentless or Pieces of You. If you haven’t read Relentless or Pieces of You, get your copy here so you’re ready for the next teaser.

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**GIVEAWAY IS OFFICIALLY CLOSED**

Congratulations to the following winners:

  • Paige Smith
  • Brittany Barton
  • Eileen Proksch (Gravity Happens)

Giveaway Instructions

Today I will be giving away THREE digital ARC’s of Bring Me Home (to be delivered via email on or about August 23rd). To enter the ARC giveaway, leave a comment below telling me what you think Adam should do in this situation: Should Adam give Claire the space she is asking for or should he fight for her? Please include your email address in the comment or send your email address to me via the Contact page. After you comment, you can enter a second time by sharing the link to this teaser on Facebook and tagging me or my FB fan page in your post. If we’re not friends, feel free to add me as a friend so you can tag me.

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Now onto the teaser….

Chapter Two – Adam

You never know you’re making a mistake until it’s too late. Sometimes we know we’re taking a risk, but we always hope for the best. We hope that our mistakes will be forgiven. We hope that our mistakes will teach us something. Sometimes, unfortunately, mistakes are just mistakes that can’t be undone or forgiven.

I got the feeling that Claire was hiding something from me when I took her to the UNC vs. North Carolina State football game two weeks ago. We’ve spoken on the phone a few times a week since the night I surprised her at Cora’s, but our conversations are short and weighed down by this feeling that we’re both holding back. I want to ask her when she’s going to talk about the ring I gave her and I’m sure there are things she wants to talk to me about, but instead we speak as if we haven’t explored the depths of each other physically and emotionally. Like we’re strangers.

We met at the stadium two weeks ago in Raleigh, like some kind of fucking blind date or casual lunch with a friend. The walk across the parking lot and through the stadium to our seats was excruciatingly silent. I couldn’t even bring myself to tell a joke to break the ice. Something has shifted between us and it’s more than just the stench of the sweaty guy seated in front of us.

The whole time we we’re waiting for the game to begin, I just wanted to reach across and grab her hand, to touch her skin.

“Dr. Goldberg talked to me about his kids the other day,” she said as she tapped her foot nervously. “I think he was trying to make me feel comfortable, but I kept thinking about how he was trying to make me feel comfortable and that made me feel uncomfortable.”

“You sound like a nut.”

“Yeah, that’s kind of why I’m in therapy.”

She flashes me a weak smile and I have to look away. “How was your Halloween?”

Small talk? Fuck me.

She turns her head to glare at me. “Really?”

I shrug because I don’t really know what else to do at this point. This friendly “date” is not going the way I had planned.

“Why are we doing this?” I ask. “I mean, what the fuck are we doing here?”

She stares at her hands in her lap. “I don’t know,” she whispers. “Because I’m fucked up. Because most days I’m hanging on by a thread and I don’t want that thread to snap.”

She bites her lip and I finally reach across and grab her hand. The snack peddler arrives at our row and she immediately lets go of my hand. I order us both a hot dog. As soon as he’s gone, she breathes a deep sigh and takes a tiny nibble from her hot dog.

“You can talk to me, Claire. That’s what I’m here for.”

“Have you talked to your dad?”

She doesn’t want to talk. Fine.

“I told you not to worry about my dad. He’ll get over me quitting eventually.”

“But what about your trust fund. How much did these tickets cost?”

“It’s just money. It’s not going to make me happy. Being with you is what makes me happy.”

She’s silent as I stare at the hot dog she’s barely touched. Our last meal together was pizza, shared just moments before she admitted to having sex with Chris while I was in Hawaii. Claire and I weren’t together at the time, which was the main factor in my decision to forgive her. I fucked up letting her go. And as sick as it makes me to admit it, I know she would never have been with Chris if I hadn’t broken up with her. I’m the one who pushed her straight into his bed.

But I’m determined to fix the mess I made. I just wish the mess inside Claire’s head were something I could repair. The only person who can fix that is Claire, but now I’m torn between giving her the space she needs to do that and the fear that I’ll lose her again if I give her too much space.