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

hide,” Maryann said in a stern voice, quickly wiping her hands on her apron and making her way to Major. The small smile that tugged at
Major’s lips as he looked at Mase made me think maybe he wasn’t going to get as upset as Maryann thought he was. It wasn’t like he was a kid who was taken advantage of. He was
every bit a man.
    He turned to look at Maryann but stopped when his eyes found me. He paused, then began grinning. A real smile this time. He recognized me. Not surprising, since my face had been all over the
media the past two months.
    “Well, if it ain’t Little Miss Gone Missing,” Major said. “You’re even prettier than the photos they keep showing of you on TV.”
    “Easy,” Mase said, and took a step to stand between Major and me. “I realize you’re Casanova now, but she ain’t available for romancing. I’m sure Uncle Chap
will have a new wife soon, and you can see how long it takes to get in
her
pants.”
    “Enough!” Maryann said, slapping Mase on the arm like a naughty child before pulling Major into a hug. “We’re thrilled you’re here. Ignore your cousin’s
attempt at humor. He has no filter, and I apologize for that.”
    Major returned her hug and smirked at Mase over her head, which didn’t even reach his shoulder. “Thanks, Aunt Maryann. I won’t let him get to me. I can handle it, I
swear.”
    “Unbelievable. He sleeps with his old man’s wife, and you’re taking up for him and babying him like he’s the victim.” Mase said, but there was no resentment in his
tone. He was smiling as he said it.
    The door opened again, and Mase’s stepfather stepped inside. Even with a limp, he was still a looming presence. Height was definitely a Colt trait. “Glad you’re here,
boy,” he said to Major. “But I’m hungry, so you’re gonna have to let go of my wife so she can feed me.”
    Major laughed this time, a loud, full laugh that made us all smile.

Grant
    “M essage fifty-five. Each day, I think this will be the last day I get your voice mail. That you’ll eventually answer me. I just want
to hear your voice and know you’re safe and happy. I want you happy. I’m fucking miserable. I’m losing sleep. You’re all I think about. I miss you, baby. I miss you so bad.
So damn bad. Just knowing you’re safe and healthy would help. Rush assures me you’re fine, but I need to hear it from you. Anything . . . I’ll do anything. Just talk to
me.”
    BEEP
    I hated that sound. It mocked my pain and put an end to the few seconds when I felt like I had Harlow’s ear. But she probably wasn’t listening to my messages, anyway. I was pretty
damn sure she would have called me by now if she had heard even one of my desperate voice mails. She wouldn’t be able to ignore me.
    Rush had told me she wasn’t at Mase’s mother’s house in Texas, but I was about ready to visit Mase and find out what he knew. I didn’t care about the extra security
I’d been warned about. I would go to fucking jail if it meant I could get some answers. I would give anything to know where Harlow was.
    My phone rang, and for a second, my heart stopped. For a split second, I let myself hope it was Harlow. Even though, deep down, I knew it couldn’t be her. Glancing down at the phone, I saw
Rush’s name lighting up the screen. He wasn’t Harlow, but he was the only connection I had to her right now.
    “What?” I said into the phone as I stared up at the ceiling.
    “Not sure why I call your grumpy ass anymore,” Rush replied.
    I wasn’t sure, either. But if he called, I would answer. Even if he didn’t know where Harlow was, he was the only one I could bring myself to talk to about this. I felt he
understood. He might be the only person who understood just how torn-up I was.
    “It’s late,” I told him.
    “It’s not that late. Blaire just went upstairs to rock Nate to sleep.”
    Rush had his happy little life now. A wife he worshipped. A son he adored. I was happy he had