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
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My insides curl up, hating that she felt so out of control and dependent on someone else. It’s exactly how I felt when my dad died and I discovered we didn’t own the farm anymore. That the loans were all being called in and we faced eviction. And even then we were left with the grief over a man who should have been a better father and husband. I ran away from Star Falls. She ran to Star Falls. But we both ran looking for the same thing—control over our own destiny.
She doesn’t talk about Frank badly. There’s nothing to suggest he abused his power. But it doesn’t mean it didn’t impact their relationship. I’ve never thought about the effect my money and power have on relationships. Partly because I’ve never been serious about anyone. I’m so thankful she told me—that she didn’t just walk away leaving me with a thousand questions.
“I get it,” I say. “I’m sorry I wasn’t more open with you.”
“We’ve known each other five minutes. It’s completely understandable why you might not want strangers to know.”
I’ve told her more than most, and I want to tell her more. What is it about this woman?
“Thank you for understanding. But I’m still sorry that it hurt you.”
We stand, looking at each other from our respective porches.
And then the cat jumps onto the porch railings in front of her, ruining the moment. Again.
Fucking cat.
“Looks like you got the pet you always wanted,” I say.
She laughs, stroking the cat along its back. “It’s like she’s adopted me. I have a day off on Saturday. If she’s still around, I’ll take her into town and see if anyone’s missing a cat.”
“There’s a vet practice on Main Street. You can see if she’s microchipped.”
“Good idea,” she says.
“I’m full of them,” I say.
“I’m going to go to bed now before…” She pulls in a breath. “Before… before things get complicated.”
She turns and leaves, and I have to use all my willpower not to ask her to stay.
TWELVE
Rosey
I take my morning coffee to the porch, breathing in the crisp Colorado air. I need to pick up some more clothes today, and I also need to take the cat into the vet. I’d walk if it was just me, but given my new feline friend, I’ve ordered a cab.