The 100-Point Plan For His Regret

ccident had happened. It had been quickly renovated and reopened. She poin

e like this, Blake," she said wist

igh ceilings, exposed brick, and a crystal chandelier r

. "You remember that? I said

d," he replied, and the sincerity in hi

his eyes scanning it with practiced ease. "We' ll have the

es. You should ask Caroline what she likes." She said it with an air of swe

s face. He pushed the menu towards her. "Sor

, packed his lunches. He had eaten the food she prepared every single

ng it hard to breathe. She saw the smug satisfaction in Ariana'

tight. She stood up and pushed her w

escape the suffocating weight of their shared hist

powder room," Ariana said, her v

iana dropped the act. She

ith me. He remembers every little thing about me. He doesn' t even know your favorite food. Yo

th Caroline already knew, but hearing

ilt his career for me. He ran into a burning building for me. He

dizziness. The walls s

riana?" Caroline ask

simply. "He' s mine. He has always

th women looked up. The large, ornate chandelier-the replace

through the restauran

he two women and the falling chandelier. Ther

ed for

her with his body as the massive fixture of crystal and me

in pain and went dark was Blake holding Ariana, his

n agony. Her head was bandaged, her arm was in a cast, and a sharp pain radiated from he

face grim. She checke

have a concussion, a broken arm, and m

at the empty cha

wrapped in a silk cloth, was the black journal. She found a

elier fall on me and didn' t e

her IV bag. She saw the notebook. "What'

" Caroline said, her voice flat. "W

es wide. "Wow. You' re almost

ked in. He looked tired and disheveled. H

he asked, his gaze falling on th