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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

The bus starts to maneuver around some crates that have been stacked in front of the main entrance of the Club. Presumably, now it’s dropped Rosey, it’s going back down the mountain to trawl for more candidates. I make a mental note to tell the project manager, Kathleen, to start clearing the entrance. We’re having a photographer come up in a week or so for publicity shots, and we can’t have it looking like a construction site.

As the bus pulls away, it reveals Rosey standing alone out front, looking up at the Club. She doesn’t see me, though she’s practically staring right through me. Maybe it’s the reflection or where I’m standing. I have to stop myself from waving.

“Should someone go down and check what she needs?” I ask Janet.

“If she can’t figure her way through the front door, I’m pretty sure I don’t want her working here.”

“Right.” I nod, pulling my gaze away from Rosey. “Will you interview her right away?” I ask. Maybe I should join the interview. It might help Rosey feel at ease.

Jesus, what is my obsession with making her feel better? I need to get a grip and focus.

“She may have to wait a little. I have to get Sally to conduct the interview, as you don’t want me doing it. But I’ll get her situated.” Janet eyes me suspiciously.

“It’s just… I want to encourage local applicants,” I say, trying to justify my interest. “Maybe I should go down.” The moment the words leave my mouth, I wish I could take them back. What am I going to say to her? Howdy, neighbor, looking for a job? Rosey knows me as the guy next door. Not the boss. Not the rich guy from New York City. And that’s exactly how I want it to stay.

Maybe that’s why I feel drawn to her—because in this town where everyone knows who I am and who I was last time I lived here, Rosey only knows me as the nice guy from the bar who gave her a place to stay when she needed it most.

I check my watch. “I have a call, excuse me.” I need to get out of here or Janet’s going to accuse me of having a crush on the woman who just arrived for an interview. And she wouldn’t be wrong.

SEVEN

Rosey

I’m wrestling with the key to my cabin, trying to pull it out of the lock, when my cell rings. I pull it out of the deep pocket in my extra-warm coat, which I might never take off it’s so cozy. A chill shudders down my spine. I’m not exactly fielding calls left and right at the moment.