In Love with a Stranger Read Online Free
Author: Rose Von Barnsley
things? Carter Harper's sister was supposed to be a tall platinum blonde model, not a tiny ginger blonde girl.
I was trying to will the image of Hannah out of my mind, when her eyes locked with mine. She showed no hint of recognition, though she had a pained expression, and her hand went to her head, as if she had a headache. Was she ill? Then she was gone.
Duncan came up behind me and patted me on the back. "Come on, Will, we're running late!"
CARTER
I noticed William Greyson was distracted through most of my presentation. I was worried this trip was going to be a waste of time. When the meeting was over, he was still sitting at the table, lost in his thoughts. When the receptionist came in and asked me if I’d like her to get my sister, I said yes.
A few moments later, Hannah walked in with her nose in her book, but I noticed how Mr. Greyson's eyes stayed on her. Hannah was beautiful, but I felt protective of her. She’d made it very clear she didn't want to date anyone, ever. I instinctively pulled Hannah into my arms and glared at Mr. Greyson.
"Ready to go?" she asked me, and then she noticed I was glaring at someone. Startled that we weren't alone, she turned around to see who it was.
"Oh, hello, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there," Hannah said to Mr. Greyson, and he looked like she’d hit him. This guy was definitely a strange one.
WILLIAM
I stood there, my heart pounding, and I kept telling myself this wasn't her, Hannah didn't have a brother, her last name was Madison, not Harper. The resemblance was amazing, though, and it hurt to look at her.
"Mr. Greyson, this is my sister, Mary Harper," Carter introduced her, and she gave him a dirty look. What was that about?
I thought it odd, the way she glared at her brother, when he said her name. Did she not want to be introduced? Of course not, I was the creepy guy staring at her.
"Nice to meet you, Ms. Harper." I offered my hand, and she took it.
An amazing surge of searing hot energy shot through me, just like it used to with Hannah. She blushed bright red at the same time, so I knew she'd felt it, too. This had to be her, but why was she pretending to be Mr. Harper's sister? She quickly retracted her hand, and Mr. Harper pulled her to his side a bit tighter and glared a little harder at me.
"I thought your sister's name was Ophelia?"
"That's my other sister."
Mr. Harper picked up his laptop bag and guided his sister towards the door. I wanted to follow them. I had to know more. Was I insane? No, I couldn't be. I’d felt the same strange energy calling to me from her hand, it had to be her. I pulled out the only picture I had of her. It was just a little black and white one from a photo booth. She looked a little more mature now, with longer hair, slightly thinner waist, a fuller bosom and hips, and her features were a little more defined now. Maybe it wasn't Hannah. Maybe I was just insane. It had been seven years. She didn't seem to recognize me. Hannah would’ve known who I was, she would’ve remembered what we’d had.
Monday morning rolled around, and I was just outside of my building, when Mr. Harper and his sister arrived. I stood back and watched, as she climbed out of the car with such grace. That couldn't have been her, I thought to myself. But then she tripped in true Hannah fashion, and Mr. Harper caught her in his arms. It seemed like second nature to him. Their conversation didn't even stop. The misstep didn't seem to register to either of them. Was she just as clumsy as Hannah? They got close enough for me to hear what they were discussing.
"No, it's fine, Carter. I wanted to get something for Penny before it's time to leave."
"Are you sure you don't want to wait? You won't get lost, will you?"
"Don't be silly. I have my cell phone. I'll call if I need you."
"Do you even get service here?"
She pulled out her phone and sighed. "No, but I'll be fine. I won't go far."
"Hannah, please, if I lose you, Ophelia will kill me."
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I was trying to will the image of Hannah out of my mind, when her eyes locked with mine. She showed no hint of recognition, though she had a pained expression, and her hand went to her head, as if she had a headache. Was she ill? Then she was gone.
Duncan came up behind me and patted me on the back. "Come on, Will, we're running late!"
CARTER
I noticed William Greyson was distracted through most of my presentation. I was worried this trip was going to be a waste of time. When the meeting was over, he was still sitting at the table, lost in his thoughts. When the receptionist came in and asked me if I’d like her to get my sister, I said yes.
A few moments later, Hannah walked in with her nose in her book, but I noticed how Mr. Greyson's eyes stayed on her. Hannah was beautiful, but I felt protective of her. She’d made it very clear she didn't want to date anyone, ever. I instinctively pulled Hannah into my arms and glared at Mr. Greyson.
"Ready to go?" she asked me, and then she noticed I was glaring at someone. Startled that we weren't alone, she turned around to see who it was.
"Oh, hello, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there," Hannah said to Mr. Greyson, and he looked like she’d hit him. This guy was definitely a strange one.
WILLIAM
I stood there, my heart pounding, and I kept telling myself this wasn't her, Hannah didn't have a brother, her last name was Madison, not Harper. The resemblance was amazing, though, and it hurt to look at her.
"Mr. Greyson, this is my sister, Mary Harper," Carter introduced her, and she gave him a dirty look. What was that about?
I thought it odd, the way she glared at her brother, when he said her name. Did she not want to be introduced? Of course not, I was the creepy guy staring at her.
"Nice to meet you, Ms. Harper." I offered my hand, and she took it.
An amazing surge of searing hot energy shot through me, just like it used to with Hannah. She blushed bright red at the same time, so I knew she'd felt it, too. This had to be her, but why was she pretending to be Mr. Harper's sister? She quickly retracted her hand, and Mr. Harper pulled her to his side a bit tighter and glared a little harder at me.
"I thought your sister's name was Ophelia?"
"That's my other sister."
Mr. Harper picked up his laptop bag and guided his sister towards the door. I wanted to follow them. I had to know more. Was I insane? No, I couldn't be. I’d felt the same strange energy calling to me from her hand, it had to be her. I pulled out the only picture I had of her. It was just a little black and white one from a photo booth. She looked a little more mature now, with longer hair, slightly thinner waist, a fuller bosom and hips, and her features were a little more defined now. Maybe it wasn't Hannah. Maybe I was just insane. It had been seven years. She didn't seem to recognize me. Hannah would’ve known who I was, she would’ve remembered what we’d had.
Monday morning rolled around, and I was just outside of my building, when Mr. Harper and his sister arrived. I stood back and watched, as she climbed out of the car with such grace. That couldn't have been her, I thought to myself. But then she tripped in true Hannah fashion, and Mr. Harper caught her in his arms. It seemed like second nature to him. Their conversation didn't even stop. The misstep didn't seem to register to either of them. Was she just as clumsy as Hannah? They got close enough for me to hear what they were discussing.
"No, it's fine, Carter. I wanted to get something for Penny before it's time to leave."
"Are you sure you don't want to wait? You won't get lost, will you?"
"Don't be silly. I have my cell phone. I'll call if I need you."
"Do you even get service here?"
She pulled out her phone and sighed. "No, but I'll be fine. I won't go far."
"Hannah, please, if I lose you, Ophelia will kill me."
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