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Il était mon meilleur ami, mon meilleur "presque" grand frère, et mon plus grand protecteur. Il était tout simplement le meilleur. Et il était à moi.
C'était difficile pour Lane de revenir à la maison. D'une part parce que son oncle adoré, Harry, était décédé soudainement, mais aussi à cause de lui. Kale.
Kale Hunt était son meilleur ami d'enfance, mais ce n'était pas aussi simple que ça. C'est à cause de lui que Lane a quitté sa maison et est partie à New York. Le voir avec quelqu'un d'autre, le voir amoureux d'une autre personne, n'aurait pas dû la blesser autant. Mais ce fut le cas. Cela l'a vraiment, vraiment blessée. Au point de plier bagages pour commencer une nouvelle vie ailleurs et se couper de son passé.
Mais elle est désormais de retour et ses sentiments sont toujours présents, comme si elle n'était jamais partie.
Les émotions sont intenses pour tout le monde, et les tragédies ont une drôle de façon de rassembler les gens. Mais est-ce que Lane interprète les signes correctement ? Sont-ils toujours seulement des amis, ou y a-t-il quelque chose de plus ?
250 pages, Kindle Edition
Published September 11, 2019
"Until Harry is like nothing you have ever read from L.A. Casey before. It is a story of love, loss and finding yourself in the darkest of times."![]()
Excerpt:
I felt my eyes widen as his voice encircled me like a warm blanket. No matter how many years went by, I would know his voice even if it were a whisper. I slowly turned, but I froze when I saw him standing in the doorway of the parlour, leaning against the panel with his hands jammed into the front pockets of his jeans.
His eyes, my mind whispered. What’s wrong with his eyes?
There were many things that I loved about the man before me, but his eyes were by far my favourite. They were the first things I looked at whenever I saw him. There was always a mischievous glint in his whisky-coloured eyes that only I could see because I looked hard enough. It was a glint that told me his soul was alive and thriving, but what I saw now caused me to shiver.
There was no glint, gleam or light of any sort in his eyes. They were dead and reflected the clouded grey skies that often hung over York. They were as captivating as they were haunting.
Even though I moved thousands of miles away to escape him, every day for the past six years I woke up seeing those hazel eyes and fell asleep hearing that soothing voice. I couldn’t shake him whether I was half a world away or in the next room.
I lived and breathed Kale Hunt, and it was killing me.
“Kale,” I managed to whisper as I stared at the first man to ever break my heart.
He gazed at me then with no trace of emotion he robotically blinked and nodded in greeting. “Welcome home, Laney Baby.”




Devastation












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'I looked at Kale. My heart was singing for him. It was a daunting thought, but I positively knew in that instant, even though I didn't know exactly what real emotion was, that I'd fallen wholeheartedly in love with Kale Hunt.'
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"I'd never run away from you."
Kale lowered his face dangerously close to mine. "Promise?"
"I promise," I breathed.
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"You get in the way of everything, Lane."
I frowned. "I don't understand."
"I can't see past you," he said, and shook his head. "I've never been able to see past you."
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Oh, It's meee!







