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  1. BOOKS BY LOUISE BAY
  2. ONE
  3. Rosey
  4. TWO
  5. Byron
  6. THREE
  7. Rosey
  8. FOUR
  9. Byron
  10. FIVE
  11. Rosey
  12. SIX
  13. Byron
  14. SEVEN
  15. Rosey
  16. EIGHT
  17. Rosey
  18. NINE
  19. Byron
  20. TEN
  21. Rosey
  22. ELEVEN
  23. Byron
  24. TWELVE
  25. Rosey
  26. THIRTEEN
  27. Byron
  28. FOURTEEN
  29. Rosey
  30. FIFTEEN
  31. Rosey
  32. SIXTEEN
  33. Byron
  34. SEVENTEEN
  35. Rosey
  36. EIGHTEEN
  37. Byron
  38. NINETEEN
  39. Rosey
  40. TWENTY
  41. Rosey
  42. TWENTY-ONE
  43. Byron
  44. TWENTY-TWO
  45. Byron
  46. TWENTY-THREE
  47. Rosey
  48. TWENTY-FOUR
  49. Rosey
  50. TWENTY-FIVE
  51. Byron
  52. TWENTY-SIX
  53. Rosey
  54. TWENTY-SEVEN
  55. Byron
  56. TWENTY-EIGHT
  57. Rosey
  58. TWENTY-NINE
  59. Byron
  60. THIRTY
  61. Rosey
  62. THIRTY-ONE
  63. Rosey
  64. THIRTY-TWO
  65. Byron
  66. THIRTY-THREE
  67. Rosey
  68. THIRTY-FOUR
  69. Rosey
  70. THIRTY-FIVE
  71. Byron
  72. THIRTY-SIX
  73. Rosey
  74. THIRTY-SEVEN
  75. Byron
  76. THIRTY-EIGHT
  77. Byron
  78. EPILOGUE
  79. A month later – New York City
  80. 14 months later - Star Falls
  81. MR. MAYFAIR
  82. Beck
  83. Beck
  84. Stella
  85. BOOKS BY LOUISE BAY

“We don’t have rooms,” the bartender says. “Tanya probably meant for you to ask around in here.” He briefly slides his gaze to me. “We have a few Airbnbs in town but I think most things are fully booked.” She looks a little confused. And she should be. It’s not like Star Falls is hosting an annual film festival or anything, but the Colorado Club has booked out the Snowdrop Inn for senior managers who are still looking for accommodations. And I booked out Beth and Mike’s two cabins because they’re the closest accommodations to the Club. I’m only living in one of them, but I didn’t want a nosey neighbor keeping track of my comings and goings.

She turns, and her gaze hits me like a thunderbolt. She’s gorgeous. A smattering of freckles across her nose and full bee-stung lips that I’d be intent on kissing if we were in New York. But we’re not in New York. We’re in Star Falls, Colorado, and the cabin next door to mine is the only available accommodation in town.

THREE

Rosey

If I’d stayed in Oregon, I’d be halfway to my honeymoon right now. I’d be on my way to Mexico or Tahiti or maybe even Paris.

Instead, I’m freezing my ass off in a bar in god-knows-where. Okay, so I’m pretty sure I’m in Colorado—the state where I landed. Other than that, I’m clueless and also homeless. The bus stopped when it was already dark. From what I’ve seen of the town so far, it could be the backdrop to a cozy mystery or the home of a serial killer. Either one doesn’t seem particularly appealing. But the bus driver told me about an inn in town, and stupidly, I assumed I’d get a room, so I got off two stops before the end of the line.

I figured no one would look for me here. Beyond that, I don’t have a plan. When I got up this morning, I’d planned to be Frank’s wife by now. Now I’m sitting in a bar halfway across the US, and I’m definitely not married.

My mother’s going to kill me.

I need another tequila. But no, I need to be sober in case I need to practice the self-defense moves I learned in high school. The town being home to a serial killer and all. Possibly. Maybe. I also need to be sober in case drunk-me is tempted to respond to Frank’s text, telling me I’ll come to my senses. That was after I texted him to apologize for dumping him not-quite-at-the-altar.