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’m counting on it.” I slap him on the back and clear my throat. “Thank you for coming, everyone,” I say, raising my voice to get everyone’s attention.
People turn toward me, and I gesture for everyone to take a seat. My assistant has set out chairs in a circle. I don’t want to stand at the front of an audience. I’m not of the boss of the people in this room. Some of them have known me since I was born. I can only hope to be their equal.
We take our chairs.
“Beautiful place,” Jim says. “You’ve done yourself proud, Byron.”
“Thanks, Jim,” I mutter. A man like Jim telling me he’s proud of me shouldn’t hit as deep as it does. But it’s as close as it gets to hearing it from a father.
“That one of Juney’s paintings?” he asks, nodding toward one of her canvasses. I hadn’t realized Rosalind decided to put one in here, but it looks good.
“It is.”
He nods, and a smile curls one side of his mouth. He pats me on the back before taking a seat.
“Thanks for giving up your time today. I know you’re all busy. I hope not too busy to come to the party we’re hosting on Monday night.” People murmur amongst themselves.
Donna’s hand shoots straight up. “What’s the dress code for this party?” she asks. “Is it fancy?”
Shit. I should have known that was a question people would have asked. There’s no doubt that in the eyes of the people of Star Falls, the Colorado Club is fancy. Hell, I hope in most people’s eyes it’s fancy. Relaxed fancy, but given the amount I’ve invested in this place… “The dress code for Monday is, if it’s good enough for Grizzly’s, it’s good enough for here.”
Cheers go up, and smiles light up the circle of familiar faces. I’m glad I cleared it up. I’d hate to think people might have stayed away because they didn’t think they could wear their jeans.
“I wanted to bring you all up here today because I know a few of you have been concerned with the way the Club has fenced off the boundary to the property.”
Mumbles around the circle tell me Jim’s not the only one with concerns. “I understand that this is land you’ve all considered yours for your entire lives.”
Nods and rumbles of agreement ripple through the circle.