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
Frank was the boss. I kissed him, and then he kinda became the boss of my personal life as well as my professional life. Kissing him—or rather, when Mom found out I kissed him—was the beginning of the end of me being in charge of my life. He was my boss at work, and if I had married him, probably my boss at home too. He was the one with money and power and status. I became an adjunct to him, someone who didn’t warrant her own opinions about anything that came with a bill. Where we ate, what movies we saw, what hand soap we bought for the kitchen sink—none of it was up to me.
And it all started with a kiss.
I don’t want to get involved with another man who has all the power. Frank owned a car dealership. How much worse will the dynamic be if the person I’m kissing owns a resort for billionaires? My lack of control would just be amplified being with a man like Byron.
The excitement I felt this morning about seeing Byron tonight and maybe actually kissing the man I almost kissed last night fades into a pool at my feet. I can’t let things between Byron and me go any further. I can’t go on repeating my mistakes. I have to create a life for myself, rather than living in the shadow of someone else’s.
ELEVEN
Byron
When the bus pulls up outside the cabins, I’m already on the front porch waiting for Rosey. The look of shock and confusion on her face today when I saw her at the elevators has been scorched onto my mind all day.
There’s no doubt that she will know by now that I’m the owner of the Colorado Club. Maybe I should have told her before. It’s just nice being the guy next door sometimes. Wherever I go in this town, I feel like I’m wearing a sandwich board.
The son of Mack Miller.
The kid from Star Falls who ran off to New York and never came back.
I guess I just wanted to be myself with Rosey.
She walks up to our cabins, avoiding my gaze.
“Hey,” I say when she gets near enough to hear me.
She looks up and the disappointment in her eyes is like a sharp punch to the chest. Did I cause that?
“Hey,” she says back. “I’m super tired. It’s been a long day. I’m gonna head inside.” She pulls her mouth into a small smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. All the promise has seeped away.
“Rosey,” I say, standing, but I don’t know what I’m going to follow it up with.
She shakes her head. “Everything’s fine. I’m just tired is all.”