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
The tables are very spread out and the space seems small. Then again, I don’t have much to compare it to. I’ve only ever been out to dinner with Frank and he just wanted the best steak. Fine dining wasn’t really his scene. Hazel keeps talking about the chefs and the menu, and I mentally rush to commit it all to memory. I wish I had my cell, so I could take notes, but it’s strictly forbidden to have a personal phone while you’re on shift.
“Did you see that guy in the suit?” Eden whispers as we trail Hazel toward the kitchen. I was focused on Hazel, worrying about how I’ll remember to pronounce fois gras correctly.
Eden turns her head and I follow her gaze. Three men head in the opposite direction, so all I see is their backs. Living next door to Byron has done a real number on me. I swear, I’m imagining him everywhere. It’s just, the middle guy is about the same height and has the same broad shoulders.
“The guy in the middle?” I ask. As well as broad shoulders, he also has a nice ass. I haven’t noticed Byron’s ass, but I make a mental note to check it out next time I see him. Maybe that will be tonight. I don’t know why he’s filling up my head when I have so much else to think about. I keep thinking about how open he was, talking about his family. Like we’re already close confidants or something. Mom always told us we should keep ourselves to ourselves—keep it in the family, she’d say. So while I’ve never before had the kind of bare-your-soul conversation Byron and I shared, with him, it felt entirely natural.
She shakes her head. “The one on the left. You think that’s the owner?”
I shrug. I want to tell Eden that marrying a man because he’s rich might not make her happy, but I know there’s no point. Maybe it will be enough for her. It wouldn’t have been for me. I don’t know what will be enough for me, now that I’ve cut my tether to the life I thought I had to have in Oregon. But Star Falls might be the place where I start to figure it out.
NINE
Byron
I shouldn’t be here. I’m playing with fire, dancing with danger—whatever the metaphor. I should stand up, take my hot chocolate inside and return some calls or watch the game. I should do literally anything but stand here on my front porch, waiting for Rosey Williams.
But here I am.