Not Until You. Roni Loren
NOT UNTIL YOU
Roni Loren
Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd
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First published in USA by Intermix, Penguin Group (USA) 2013
First published in Great Britain by Harper 2013
This edition published by Harper 2014
Copyright © Roni Loren 2013
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Ebook Edition © November 2014 ISBN: 9780007568970
Version: 2014-08-29
For my NaNa, Kelli. You would’ve gotten such a kick out of this crazy career of mine. I miss you more than words can say.
Contents
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
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“Andre, this isn’t a good time. Can I call you back?”
I did my best not to let my cell phone slip from between my ear and shoulder. Just don’t drop the tequila. I adjusted the enormous bottle that my friend Bailey had given me as a graduation present from my right hand to beneath my left arm and tried to dig my keys out of my purse so I could open the main door to my apartment building.
“I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to make it, Cela,” my older brother said, his guilt obviously trumping my request to call him later. “I got caught at an investigation site this morning. I thought I’d be able to get there in time, but we had a witness wanting to talk and …”
I cursed silently as my keys hit the pavement. I crouched down, doing my best not to flash my underwear to anyone who may be passing by. “Really, it’s