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
I huff out a laugh. “Wouldn’t that be a good superpower to have? Asshole repellant.” I lift her chin between my thumb and finger. I don’t know why I don’t care if my friends see me with Rosey, or if I feel so comfortable with her because they’re here. “Is this okay?” I ask, my voice low.
She sighs. I feel any tension in me or between us ebb away. She brings her hands up over my shoulders and nods. I brush my lips against hers in a half kiss, release her, and turn back to the game.
TWENTY-THREE
Rosey
We pull up in front of the cabins and I can’t shut up about the RVs. It’s like someone’s turned a tap on inside me and words are just pouring out. To think that I almost thought it was too cold to go back and see the stars from Valley Park. “I didn’t expect them to have actual tile on the floors. Did you see Worth’s? What’s an infrared sauna, anyway?”
Byron chuckles. “I’m gonna risk a guess and say you were impressed with the RVs.”
“I thought they were kidding when Donna said they were ‘million-dollar’ RVs. I’ve lived in a trailer most of my life and hated every second of it. But I’d have loved a place like that.”
“Did you live with Frank?” he asks. “What was his place like?”
I shrug. “I had a drawer at his place and some stuff in the closet. I was due to move in after the wedding. But it never felt like mine… or even like it could be mine someday.”
“Did you think about leaving him before the wedding day?”
I pull in a breath. “Yes. Obviously I knew I didn’t love him. But he wasn’t a bad man. I knew my family would always be comfortable if I went through with it, and that was… enough. We’d never had money. Even when I started working, almost all my money went to Mom for rent. So the idea of not having to struggle was… great.” I pick at the skin on my fingers.
His expression is full of sympathy, and I exhale, relieved that I don’t hear any judgement in his voice.
I turn in my seat so I’m facing him. “Your friends are super fun. You must miss them, being so far from New York.”
“I do. I miss my life there, but the Colorado Club is important.” His brow furrows, and he looks so serious that I get the urge to tickle him.
“Wanna give me a piggyback ride to the cabin?” I ask.
“A piggyback ride?” he asks, like he thinks I might have lost my mind.
I shrug. “I haven’t had a piggyback ride for a very long time. I want to remember what it feels like.”