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
“Yeah.” I swipe a second beer from her tray. “You look lovely,” I say, because I can’t not say it. Something about Rosey pulls the truth, the most authentic me, out of myself.
“Thank you,” she mumbles and her cheeks pink. “Are we still on for breakfast tomorrow?” She glances around as if she’s checking that no one’s heard about our illicit plans. No one seems to have taken any notice of us. Although there’s no doubt most of Star Falls will have registered the conversation. I’ll get more shit from Juney and Sue next time I see them. All part of the charm of Star Falls.
“I wouldn’t miss it,” I say. I’m not sure why she wants to meet. Maybe it’s just a friendly catch-up. I don’t care. However I get to spend time with Rosey, I’ll take it.
She bites back a smile and the sparkle in her eyes is back. I’d like to think part of it’s about the thought of our breakfast tomorrow.
THIRTY-SIX
Rosey
It’s hours since the party for the people of Star Falls finished. Even longer since I saw Byron. I don’t know if he left early because he got called away on some urgent business, or maybe he was meeting a date. There are a hundred scenarios vying for space in my head, which means I can’t sleep.
I check the time on the clock by my bed. It’s ten minutes before midnight. There are only eight hours until I’m going to be sitting across from Byron at the diner, but it feels like it’s going to take three months for those eight hours to pass.
I don’t know if I can wait.
I sit up in bed. I can’t wait.
There’s a shuttle down to Star Falls that leaves the Club in ten minutes. If I run, I could catch it. I could be down at the cabins in twenty minutes.
I push the covers off and start pulling on some socks. There isn’t enough time to change completely. I’ll just put my coat over my pajamas. I grab a hat, a scarf, my phone, and keys, and I head out.
I exit the staff accommodations and I can see up ahead the bus pull up to the designated spot. No one’s waiting. I hope it doesn’t leave early because no one’s there. It won’t be expecting passengers. There are no late shifts at the moment outside the party, and we all got off hours ago.