Chapters (85)
- BOOKS BY LOUISE BAY
- ONE
- Rosey
- TWO
- Byron
- THREE
- Rosey
- FOUR
- Byron
- FIVE
- Rosey
- SIX
- Byron
- SEVEN
- Rosey
- EIGHT
- Rosey
- NINE
- Byron
- TEN
- Rosey
- ELEVEN
- Byron
- TWELVE
- Rosey
- THIRTEEN
- Byron
- FOURTEEN
- Rosey
- FIFTEEN
- Rosey
- SIXTEEN
- Byron
- SEVENTEEN
- Rosey
- EIGHTEEN
- Byron
- NINETEEN
- Rosey
- TWENTY
- Rosey
- TWENTY-ONE
- Byron
- TWENTY-TWO
- Byron
- TWENTY-THREE
- Rosey
- TWENTY-FOUR
- Rosey
- TWENTY-FIVE
- Byron
- TWENTY-SIX
- Rosey
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- Byron
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- Rosey
- TWENTY-NINE
- Byron
- THIRTY
- Rosey
- THIRTY-ONE
- Rosey
- THIRTY-TWO
- Byron
- THIRTY-THREE
- Rosey
- THIRTY-FOUR
- Rosey
- THIRTY-FIVE
- Byron
- THIRTY-SIX
- Rosey
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- Byron
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- Byron
- EPILOGUE
- A month later – New York City
- 14 months later - Star Falls
- MR. MAYFAIR
- Beck
- Beck
- Stella
- BOOKS BY LOUISE BAY
“But you needed the workers for the Club,” I say.
“Nah, most of the day was spent opening shutters and rearranging fixtures and furniture from the chalets.”
I laugh at I don’t know what. A weight has lifted off my heart. I’m more carefree than I’ve felt in… as long as I can remember.
He rubs his stubbled chin with his palm. “It’s set us back, but I really think we’ve got a shot of being ready. We just need some more kitchen staff. And— Never mind.” He checks his watch. “Have you eaten?” he asks.
“Not yet, I was—”
“Let’s go to Grizzly’s,” he says. “Eat wings and drink beer. Relax. It’s been a weird twenty-four hours.” He shoots me a grin, and I can’t help but smile in response.
Weird is one way to put it.
“Everyone’s going to be there,” I say.
“Right,” he says. “Everyone goes to Grizzly’s after a storm. Or when the first snow falls. Or whatever other occasion people think up.” He laughs. “Some things never change.” He seems lighter. Happy. His mood is contagious.
“So you think we should go… together?” I ask. I don’t know if this is a date or if it’s just one neighbor giving another a lift to a bar.
He narrows his eyes. “Did you have an alternative suggestion?”
I transfer my weight from one foot to the other. People are going to see us. I guess that’s fine. We’re neighbors. But in the bar, I’m not going to know anyone. Is he going to be off talking to his friends while I nurse a Coke at the bar? Is he going to slide his hand into the back pocket of my jeans and…
“We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”
I want to go. I really want to go. I want to feel the atmosphere at Grizzly’s after a storm, when the entire town is celebrating, rather than looking at a girl in a dirty wedding dress. I want to see if Donna went to the park. I want to meet the famous Nancy, of soup and pie fame. Most of all, I want to stop worrying about every little thing and just hang out with Byron. I want our time-out from reality to go on a bit longer.
“Let’s do it,” I say, before I can change my mind. “Wings and beer sound good to me. And as a bonus, we get to find out whether the RVs in Valley Park are a government conspiracy.”
He brushes his hand through his hair. “Now you’ve lost me. Tell me in the truck.”
TWENTY-ONE
Byron
Rosey has confused me from the moment I laid eyes on her, but never more so than as she explains Donna’s theory about three RVs in Valley Park.