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
“It’s the best place in the world,” I say through a massive grin, as Byron stands bare-chested, fresh from the shower, looking at me like I’m ice cream. “Wanna tell Byron your news?”
Marion agrees, and I put her on speaker.
“I got into Columbia,” she squeals. “Full academic scholarship.”
Byron’s gaze flits from me to the cell and back again. “Whoa, that’s amazing. So you’ll stay with us.” It’s not a question. Byron has the room allocated already.
Every day I fall a little more in love with him, but today, the way he says that to my sister like it’s a foregone conclusion—I don’t know if it’s possible for me to love him more than I already do. He’s such a good man. He understands what we’ve all been put through and he wants to make it right. He’s offered to helicopter all my sisters out of the trailer park on some kind of pseudo-CIA mission, but I’ve told him kidnapping them is not the answer. They need to leave on their own terms. Hopefully, Marion is just the first of three to find her way back to me.
“You think there might be a job at the Colorado Club for her between now and September?” I ask.
Byron looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind. “Just tell me when she’s arriving and I’ll make it happen.” Towel or no towel, glistening skin or not, he’s never looked so hot.
“Marion, I’ll talk to you later,” I say, and hang up the phone. We don’t have to decide when Marion’s going to move out and where she’s going to go right this moment. My husband’s standing in front of me half naked, saying things that make him a total god. I have things to do. To him.
“Did I ever tell you how much I want to have your baby?” I ask.
One corner of Byron’s mouth turns up in a shy smile. “You do?”
In answer, I unbutton my blouse and pull his towel from his waist.
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MR. MAYFAIR
Beck
“Kevin Bacon is full of shit,” I said as I thwacked the small, black rubber ball with my racket.
Dexter lurched away as the ball ricocheted toward his bollocks. “What did he ever do to you?”
“The six degrees of separation thing—it’s bullshit.”