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  Unforgivable

  Megan Hart

  Chaos Publishing

  Copyright 2013 Megan Hart

  Chaos Edition, License Notes

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  ebook ISBN: 978-1-940078-71-7

  print ISBN: 978-1-940078-72-4

  Unforgivable

  There is nothing crueler than the person who doesn’t want you enough to keep you, but who doesn’t love you enough to let you go.

  Alice and Mick, hot young lovers with the whole world ahead of them...until it all went catastrophically awry.

  It takes so little to lose so much.

  When a not-so-chance meeting at an old friend's party brings them back together, Alice must decide if the pleasure is worth the pain that will surely follow. After all, people, and relationships, can't ever really change.

  But if Alice does decide to let him back into her heart—and into her bed—will Mick be ready to show her the man that he's become…and take a chance on love? Can Alice ever trust him again?

  Is it possible to forgive the unforgivable?

  Unforgivable was previously published as a 3-part serial, Don't Deny Me. It has been revised and collected as a full-length novel featuring angst, woe, a frustrating but charming hero and a determined heroine who find their Happy Ever After together.

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  Unforgivable

  A Second Chance, Will He Won’t He Romance

  Megan Hart

  Contents

  Alice to Mick

  Chapter 1

  Mick to Alice

  Chapter 2

  Alice to Mick

  Chapter 3

  Mick to Alice

  Chapter 4

  Alice to Mick

  Chapter 5

  Mick to Alice

  Chapter 6

  Alice to Mick

  Chapter 7

  Mick to Alice

  Chapter 8

  Alice to Mick

  Chapter 9

  Mick to Alice

  Chapter 10

  Alice to Mick

  Chapter 11

  Mick to Alice

  Chapter 12

  Alice to Mick

  Chapter 13

  Mick to Alice

  Chapter 14

  Alice to Mick

  Chapter 15

  BEFORE

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Mick to Alice

  Chapter 34

  Alice to Mick

  Chapter 35

  Mick to Alice

  Chapter 36

  Alice to Mick

  Chapter 37

  Mick to Alice

  Chapter 38

  Alice to Mick

  Chapter 39

  Mick to Alice

  Chapter 40

  Alice to Mick

  Chapter 41

  Mick to Alice

  Chapter 42

  Alice to Mick

  Chapter 43

  Mick to Alice

  Chapter 44

  Alice to Mick

  Chapter 45

  Mick to Alice

  Chapter 46

  Alice to Mick

  Chapter 47

  Mick to Alice

  Chapter 48

  Playlist

  Hurt the One You Love

  Perfectly Reckless

  Also by Megan Hart

  About the Author

  Alice to Mick

  This is how it works, at the end of things. You stop finding reasons to talk. You make excuses to avoid each other, or worse, to fight. All the funny quirks and flaws you used to find endearing and charming, the bits and pieces that made you fall in love so hard and fast, they all start to curl your lip. In the beginning, you never want to leave, and in the end, all you do is struggle to stay.

  And eventually, you stop struggling.

  —Alice to Mick

  Chapter 1

  Alice Clark hadn’t been to Bernie’s place in about ten years, but nothing outrageous had changed. The slim saplings planted in perfect formation in the backyard to be used as bases for the softball and kickball games had turned into thick-branched shade trees. The garden had been expanded. The furniture in the living room had been rearranged but contained the same comfy, overstuffed chairs and sofas with plenty of tables for the placing of drinks. The floor-to-ceiling shelves still overflowed with books. The kitchen had been updated with new appliances, but the center island around which they’d always all gathered was the same, as were the wine and spice racks and the scent of something delicious simmering on the huge six-burner stove.

  “Hello, beautiful girl.” Bernie greeted her with a kiss on the cheek and a lingering hug. He handed her a glass of red wine and pointed to the platter of meats and cheeses on the island. “Help yourself.”

  “What can I do?” As the first to arrive, Alice felt it was the question to ask even though it was well known that she didn’t know a paring knife from a potato peeler and could burn water if given the chance.

  “You can sit and drink wine and stay out of my way,” Bernie told her. “Cookie’s getting changed. She’ll be out in a minute. Sit, Alice.”

  Alice sat and sipped the wine with a grateful sigh. She closed her eyes for a moment, relishing the thick, rich flavor. Bernie had exemplary taste in wines. Well, in everything, really. Including his taste in women, she thought as Cookie floated into the kitchen with a warm grin and open arms.

  “Alice! So good to see you! It’s been forever. I mean, literally, it feels like forever.” Cookie hugged Alice hard and ran a hand down the length of her hair. She stepped back to look her in the face. “Your hair is so long!”

  “That’s what happens when you don’t cut it.” Alice laughed.

  Cookie patted her own cropped cut. Her hair had gone completely silver in the past ten years, but it suited her. “I couldn’t stand the upkeep for mine anymore. I went pixie a few years ago. What do you think?”

  “It looks great.” Alice looked to Bernie, who was busy chopping shallots at the counter. Though she’d been in regular contact with both of them, she hadn’t seen either of them in a few years, and she hadn’t been to their house in much longer than that. “You both look great. The house, everything. I can’t believe it’s been so long since I’ve been here.”

  Bernie glanced over his shoulder. “You’re here now. That’s what counts. The others are coming along later. And on Sunday, the picnic is going to be epic. Cookie told me we didn’t have to invite every single person we ever knew, but I told her that of course we did.”

  “But only the ones we love the best are invited to stay over! We’re so glad you decided to come share our celebration with us,” Cookie said. “It wouldn’t be the same without you here.”

  “It’s like old times,” Bernie added.

  Old times, Alice thought with another sip of wine. Some of them good. Most of them, actually. It was just that the bad times ten