Page 53 of Daring to Love

I’m fully prepared to spend the next half an hour begging, but so be it.

But Harry, despite his tendencies to gossip, is a solid and honest man, who believes in the written word and the need to uphold a high standard.

“What do you need?”

I close my eyes in gratitude.

“I’m going to email you in a bit, and I need you to make sure it gets printed. All of it. Will you do that for me?”

“Is it going to make Erik scream down the house, scenting for my blood?”

I shrug even though he can’t see me.

“It might.”

He chuckles low in my ear.

“Brilliant. Send it through.”

It seems there are other people besides me who hate what Erik’s done and are as eager to make things right. For the first time since I woke up this morning, I crack a smile. My lips chafe, and hunger pains rip through my stomach, but I can’t stop to eat. Instead, I look down at my private laptop and hit send.

“You’ve got mail.”

“Right, leave me to work. I’ll ring you back later, lad.”

Exhausted in both body and mind, I rub my tired eyes. I hope to God I’m doing the right thing, but only Amelie can be the judge of that. All I can do now is wait.

Wait and hope I haven’t lost her entirely.