Page 37 of Crossing The Line 3

"You have two days. Think carefully, Ms. Webb.”

He walks down the steps and gets into a black Mercedes parked on the street.

I think about my dad. About how hard he's worked. How he's sacrificed everything for me.

I think about myself. About my dreams. My ambitions. My career.

I think about Declan. About how much I love him. How much he loves me.

And I think about his father's words.

This relationship is doomed.

You're a distraction.

He's jeopardizing his future because of you.

I don’t know what to do. My heart hurts. My brain is a mess. Love and logic are at war in my head.

Love or security?

It should be a simple choice—but it isn’t.