Today I’m so excited to share the release of Cassia Leo’s, Chasing Abby!
Chasing Abby is the 5th and final book in Cassia’s New York Times and USA Today best selling Shattered Hearts series.
About Chasing Abby
The heart-stopping conclusion to the New York Times and USA Today bestselling series.
Five years, six months, eight days….
It’s been eighteen years since Abigail was born with a hole in her heart. Five years since she collapsed on the soccer field. Five years, six months, eight days since she found out she was adopted.
Abby has spent five years wondering about the family she never knew and waiting for her eighteenth birthday. When Abby shows up on the doorstep of Chris and Claire Knight, her birth parents are overjoyed to see the little girl they lost eighteen years ago.
One summer is all they have to make up for the years they lost. But a summer of love soon turns into a summer of heartache.
“MAKE IT QUICK,” Claire says, grabbing my wallet off the dresser and handing it to me. “I want to make it to the beach house before eight. And… I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise?” I say, tucking my wallet into the back pocket of my jeans. “Does it involve nudity?” I grab her hips and pull her toward me so her breasts are pressed against my chest.
She lets out a nervous giggle as I brush my lips over the length of her slender neck. “Maybe. Just hurry up, okay?”
I take her face in my hands and look her in the eye. “In that case, I’ll be back in a flash. Do I need to pick up anything on the way home? Massage oil? Whipped cream? Batteries?”
She shakes her head and pushes me away. “Just go have your drink and come back soon.”
I slap her ass as I walk out of the bedroom and she yelps. “See you later, babe.”
I rush out of the house and slide into the driver’s seat of my Jaguar. One of my many regrets I have as a father is that I taught my children to appreciate the feeling of being behind the wheel of a fast car. I used to set Jimi and Junior in my lap when they were much smaller and let them steer while I drove around empty parking lots. I regret it because now they refuse to drive the safer self-driving cars. They want to grab that steering wheel and command the road.
Normally, I ride my motorcycle everywhere during the summer, but there’s a chance of rain today, so I’ll stick to the Jaguar. Last thing I need is to have my bike slide over a slick road and into a busy intersection just hours before I’m supposed to go to the beach house to spend the summer with my firstborn.
I park the Jaguar next to Tristan’s new Tesla and head straight into the pub. He’s sitting on the second to last stool at the end of the bar, as usual, and nursing a draft beer while laughing about something with Link. Link bought the bar about ten years ago when the previous owner retired. So, naturally, Tristan Pollock has spent the last ten years getting drunk on Link’s dime.
His shoulder-length light-brown hair flies all over the place as he points his finger in Link’s face and laughs. “Ha! I knew it was you at that fucking show. You don’t have to pretend with me, bitch.”
Link shakes his bald head. “I don’t know why you’re talking shit. You were at the same fucking show.”
“Yeah, but I was there with my daughter. You were there with your girlfriend. That’s some sick shit.”
I take a seat on the last stool. “What show are you talking about?”
“Defy This show at Walnut Creek last Sunday.”
I shake my head. “I’m glad Jimi is past that stage.” Link slides a draft beer to me and I down a few big gulps. “So what happened with Xander? Did you talk to Estelle?”
Estelle Greenway is Xander’s sister. Xander was my manager for twelve years until we parted ways over a contract dispute. We’ve stayed in touch for the past eight years, though we hadn’t spoken to each other in about five months when Estelle contacted me last week. Xander has been in the hospital for three weeks with persistent pneumonia and, despite the doctor’s best efforts, his condition continues to decline. I visited him in the hospital on Friday afternoon, but he was in a medically induced coma and on a ventilator. Tristan was supposed to visit him yesterday to see how he was doing.
Tristan shakes his head. “It’s not good, man. Estelle said they’re taking him off the ventilator on Wednesday if he doesn’t improve.”
I grit my teeth against the anger. “It’s a fucking lung infection. You’d think they could just give him some fucking antibiotics. This is no way for him to go.”
Tristan shrugs. “I don’t know. Estelle looked pretty relieved about it. She’s been watching him suffer for weeks. That’s no way for him to live.”
I don’t want to get into an argument about life and death with Tristan, so I change the subject. “I’m going to the beach house tonight.”
Tristan downs the rest of his beer and grabs the new one Link just set down for him thirty seconds ago. “I know. You told me that on the phone.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t tell you who’s coming with me.”
Tristan squints his eyes as he stares at the pint glass in front of him. “Wait a minute. Are you saying…?”
I nod and let out a sigh. “She came to our house yesterday.”
Link sets another beer down in front of a customer a few seats away then rushes back to join the conversation. “Who came to your house?”
“Look at this nosy hen,” Tristan remarks.
“Abigail, my first daughter. The one… we gave up for adoption eighteen years ago.”
I’ve told Link about Abby before, but it was at least a decade ago. I wouldn’t expect him to remember. And as much as it pains me to say that we gave her up for adoption, I’ve always stood behind Claire’s decision. Because I know her decision to give Abby up was made completely out of love for me. I can’t show my gratitude to her by blaming her every chance I get.
“So what does that mean?” Tristan asks. “She’s going to the beach house with you all this summer? Do you think that’s a good idea?”
“I don’t know, but there’s no way I can convince Claire that it’s not. So I’m going along with it for now. And, I gotta admit, it feels really fucking good to have her with us.”
“Is she there right now?”
“Nah, she went home to pack some things. She took Junior with her. They’re driving to the beach house with her boyfriend tonight.”
“Sounds like a perfect family reunion. Now I know why you called this emergency meeting.”
I slide the beer away and turn to Tristan. “Listen, I know Senia’s busy with Izzy’s dance stuff, but can you make sure she checks up on Claire? I know she’s going to need to talk to Senia over the next week or so. However long Abby decides to stay.”
Tristan’s eyebrows shoot up and he laughs. “Are you fucking kidding me? When I tell Senia about Abby being at the beach house, she’ll probably pack up the whole fucking family and drive down there herself.”
I let out a soft chuckle. “I guess so. Then, maybe don’t tell her right away.”
He turns to me with one eyebrow cocked. “Now you’ve really gotta be kidding me. You know I can’t keep shit from her.”
“All right, fine. Just don’t tell her I want her to check up on Claire.”
We sit for a few minutes in silence, just sipping our beers, then Tristan clears his throat, like he’s getting ready to say something very serious. “So what do you want to do about Xander?”
Previous books in the series:
1. FOREVER OURS
3. PIECES OF YOU
4. BRING ME HOME
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cassia Leo grew up in California and has lived in three different countries. She loves to travel and her dream is to one day score a record deal based on her awesome shower singing skills. She is the author of the Shattered Hearts series (Forever Ours, Relentless, Pieces of You, Bring Me Home) and the Luke, Knox, and Chase series.
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