Undeniable (Cloverleigh Farms #2)(73)

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Acknowledgments





Much love and gratitude to the following people!

Melissa Gaston, Brandi Zelenka, Jenn Watson, Hang Le, Kayti McGee, Laurelin Paige, Sierra Simone, Corinne Michaels, Lauren Blakely, Sarah Ferguson, Rebecca Friedman at Friedman Literary, Flavia Viotti at Bookcase Literary, Nancy Smay at Evident Ink, proofreader Michele Ficht, early readers Alison Evans-Maxwell, Louise McKie, and Shannon Mummey, Stacey Blake at Champagne Book Design, Andi Arndt at Lyric Audio, narrators Stephen Dexter and Savannah Peachwood, the Shop Talkers, the Harlots and the Harlot ARC Team, bloggers and event organizers, my Queens and CH, my readers all over the world … and always, always, always my family. I love you.





About the Author





Melanie Harlow likes her heels high, her martini dry, and her history with the naughty bits left in. In addition to The Cloverleigh Farms Series, she’s the author of the One and Only Series, the After We Fall Series, the Happy Crazy Love Series, the Frenched Series, Hold You Close and Imperfect Match (co-authored with Corinne Michaels), Strong Enough (a M/M romance co-authored with David Romanov), and The Speak Easy Duet (a historical romance set in the 1920s). She writes from her home outside of Detroit, where she lives with her husband and two daughters. When she’s not writing, she’s probably got a cocktail in hand. And sometimes when she is.



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Undeniable





Melanie Harlow





MH Publishing





Copyright © 2019 by Melanie Harlow All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

Cover Photography: Regina Wamba Cover Design: Hang Le Editing: Nancy Smay, Evident Ink Formatting: Stacey Blake, Champagne Book Design





For all the incredible writers who attended the Gatlinburg Madcap Retreat.

You taught me, you encouraged me, you inspired me.





Loving someone requires a leap of faith, and a soft landing is never guaranteed.

Sarah Dessen





Contents




1. Chloe



2. Chloe



3. Oliver



4. Chloe



5. Oliver



6. Chloe



7. Chloe



8. Oliver



9. Chloe



10. Oliver



11. Chloe



12. Oliver



13. Chloe



14. Oliver



15. Chloe



16. Chloe



17. Oliver



18. Oliver



19. Chloe



20. Oliver



21. Chloe



22. Oliver



23. Chloe



24. Chloe



25. Oliver



26. Chloe



Epilogue





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Chloe





THEN



“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure,” Oliver scoffed. “I’ve jumped off way higher roofs than this.”

“Because it seems like a long way down.”

He shrugged. “Maybe to someone like you.”

“Like me how?”

Oliver gave me a side-eyed, shit-eating grin as he flapped his elbows and clucked like a chicken.

“Stop it!” I punched him in the arm. He knew I hated being called chicken or scaredy-cat or baby, or any of the other names he called me because I wasn’t a fan of heights. Or the dark. Or thunderstorms. Or snakes. He was exactly the type of kid who got you to tell him your secret fears and then used them against you. “I’m not a chicken.”

“So jump.”

“I’m going to.” I jerked my chin at him and stared down at the ground from the roof of the pole barn on my family’s small farm. It was late August, hotter than blazes at four in the afternoon, and the sun had baked the mud below into a crusted, chocolate-milk-colored pit. Oliver had dared me to jump, then bet me his Tamagotchi I wouldn’t.