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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

I glance over at Byron’s cabin. I haven’t seen him since our conversation on the steps. His truck is gone by the time I wake up in the morning, and I’m in bed every night when I hear him pull up. It doesn’t mean I’ve done anything but think about him every moment since. More than once I’ve managed to convince myself that the connection we seem to share is worth pursuing. Then I remember he’s my boss, the owner of the Colorado Club—and I remember why I need to keep away from him. It’s a frustrating cycle of hope and disappointment.

I need to shake it off. Reboot. Move forward.

I need to get on with my day off. I have a cat to take care of. Part of me is hoping the vet will have details about an owner missing this kitty. Next week, I’ll be moving into staff housing, where pets are strictly prohibited. Another part of me hopes I get to keep her for a few more days.

“Come on. You need to get into your pet carrier so I can take you to the vet,” I say, like she can really understand me. “Please, Fluffball.” I’ve been trying out different names. She certainly looks like a fluffball. But I’m not sure the name suits her. She’s more Athena than Titania.

She looks at me and then sits down exactly where she is and begins to lick her front paw. It’s like she’s telling me to fuck all the way off. I can’t blame her. I’m asking her to step into a plastic prison. She has no idea whether she’ll ever get out. Why would she willingly do that? I’ll figure it out once I’ve had my coffee.

A couple of sips into my drink, Fluffball/Snowy/Athena stops licking, looks at me, and saunters off in the direction of the cat carrier. I’m half expecting her to strike a match and burn the thing to the ground, but instead, she sniffs around the entrance and then heads inside, curling up into a ball as if it’s her favorite place in the world.

If only every part of my life was that easy.

As if the universe wants to make sure I understand that is absolutely not an option, my phone vibrates with a text. A sense of dread shivers down my spine—a response that’s starting to feel remarkably familiar whenever an alert arrives.