“How?” Finn asked, exasperated. “How the hell am I supposed to fix this? She never wants to see me again and she has threatened legal action if I blog about her.” “You’ve never mentioned her by name,” Jack said. “She would have to prove that the posts were about her and that would be an almost impossible task.” “But she doesn’t have to win,” he said. “She just has to do enough damage to my reputation that the blog is crushed.” “There is that,” Jack said, standing and walking over to the fridge and grabbing a couple of beers. “So does that mean you’re just going to walk away?” “What other option do I have?” Finn replied when Jack handed him the beer. “I’ve never seen her like that. I mean, I’ve seen her angry and upset and drunk, but I’ve never seen her look at me so coldly before.” “I warned you this would happen,” Jack said. “Just couldn’t fucking help yourself, could you?” Finn said, sipping his beer. “Just had to get an ‘I told you so’ in there.” Jack shrugged. “Wha
Peyton didn’t speak as she entered the elevator. Dale followed, wringing his hands like some old woman from a fifties television show. She didn’t look at him. She couldn’t. It was taking all her effort not to haul off and hit him. God! She wanted to hit him so much! Instead, she kept her eyes averted - not looking down, just away from him. She had nothing to feel ashamed about and she wouldn’t let him intimidate her into feeling that way. When the elevator reached her floor, the doors opened and she strode out and down the hall towards her apartment door. He followed. She unlocked her door and walked into her apartment, leaving the door ajar for him. She put down her bag and slipped off her shoes then walked the seven steps to the kitchen to put the kettle on. She needed more than just tea, but that could wait until after he left. She could feel him standing behind her, watching her. She didn’t turn around. He was the one who had turned up on her doorstep, she wasn’t going t
He huffed out a rough breath and sat opposite her, putting his tea down next to hers. “Because I realized that marrying Starr hadn’t solved anything. I was still the same person. I had thought that marrying her, somehow would magically change me. I would become the person that I had always wanted to be. But that didn’t happen. I was the same man as I was before, only now I was married to a woman I barely knew. She quit her job and told me she wanted to come to Australia. My job had given me an extended leave of absence but was holding my position for me when I came back. It all came crashing down on me in that moment. I hadn’t changed anything. I would still be in the same job and I would still be expected to buy the house near my parents and have Sunday brunch and mid-week dinners with them only now I would have Starr, a woman that my mother would hate. I would still become a father.” “Starr is pregnant?” Peyton asked. “No, god no. I don’t think so. God, I hope not.” D
“I fell in love with her,” Finn said again, dropping his head back to look at the ceiling. “But I didn’t get a chance to explain any of that to her because someone else outed me before I got the chance.” “Do you mean me?” Brian asked. Finn shook his head. “No. Daniel Marks. You know how I said there was another site out there stealing my stuff? Daniel Marks is the guy behind Man About Town. He was with Peyton tonight. He was the one who did this,” Finn said as he touched his cheek and winced. “He was the one who told Peyton about my blog and outed me.” “Daniel Marks?” Brian asked, one eyebrow raised. “Daniel Marks,” Finn confirmed. “His site was killing me until I started writing about how to make a woman fall in love with you. I had no idea so many men wanted that. I managed to win my subscribers back and gain more just by writing about our dates. I wasn’t trying to embarrass or hurt Peyton. I didn’t even reference her specifically. Many of my readers assumed who
“Peyton, I don’t understand why you’re asking me these questions. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want those things. They’re the reason I came back. They’re the reason I want you back.” “But what if I don’t want those things anymore?” she asked quietly. “What? Of course, you do. I know you, Peyton. You live for this stuff. You have been telling me for two years how much you are looking forward to our life together.” “You know, I’ve done a bit of soul-searching since you’ve been gone,” she said. “And I’ve come to realize that maybe I don’t want those things after all. I thought I wanted them, but it turns out, not so much. I liked the idea of being married to you. I liked the idea of being Mrs. Dale Hawthorn. But do you know what I’ve learned? I learned that I had this idea in my head of how my life was supposed to look, but it wasn’t really what I wanted. I thought it was what I should want. I thought it was what a woman like me should aspire to. But I realize now that t
“You here, Frankie?” Finn called as he let himself into his uncle’s apartment. He heard a grunt coming from the direction of Frankie’s den and headed that way. There was music playing, but not the Dean Martin or Sammy Davis Junior that Finn would have expected to hear. It sounded more like a funeral dirge and probably was if Finn knew his uncle at all. It didn't bode well for what he would find when he reached the den. Finn stood on the threshold and looked into the dark room. The smell of stale cigars and unwashed body filled his nose and he held back a sigh. It had been a couple of days since he'd come by to see Frankie and he should have realised something was wrong when he hadn't heard from him. Frankie lived life large and when he was flying high, he was always bugging Finn to go to some party or club or other. But when Frankie hit a rough patch, he hid away like an old hermit. Finn had been so preoccupied with his own life that he hadn't even realized his uncle had been inco
Finn stalked into Carter’s office and closed the door firmly. Carter looked up from his desk and rolled his eyes. “What now?” “I can’t do it,” Finn said, throwing himself into his customary chair. “She knows, Carter. Peyton knows who I am and what I do. She knows everything.” “Is she the one who punched you?” Carter asked, leaning back in his chair. “No. Seriously? That’s all you can say? I tell you that the fucking gig is up and all you can wonder about is if she has a wicked right hook.” Carter sighed and leaned forward again, resting his elbows on his desk. “So what if she knows?” he said. “You can’t walk away from it now. You have one more post to write, so you say you crashed and burned. Big deal. The readers will eat it up. They’ll identify with you instead of feeling like you’re some God with women who have them eating out of your hand all the time. I don’t see a downside here.” “For fuck’s sake, Carter. Are you really this cold? Peyton is pissed, man. Seriously pis
In Like FinnI Was WrongThe most feared words by any red-blooded male. Admitting you are wrong is one of the hardest things we will ever have to do. But I’m here to tell you that I was wrong. I was wrong about everything.When I started this blog series it was with no small amount of hesitation. I didn’t believe in love. I didn’t believe that you could meet someone and have such a connection with them that being without that person felt unnatural.I didn’t believe in soul mates or forever love.I went into this whole thing with a good dose of skepticism. I wanted to prove everybody wrong. I wanted to show you, dear reader, that it just was not possible to pick someone out of a crowd and make them fall in love with you.I still believe that. It doesn’t matter what you do, you can’t make anyone love you. I still believe that hormones and body chemistry play a big part in finding your mate and connecting with someone. What I wasn’t prepared for was to fall in love with myself.Yes. You
6 months later“Are you ready for this?” Anthony asked as they stood outside the courtroom. Talia nodded and gripped Parker’s hand. The judge had called them back in for the verdict on Mark’s trial and she couldn’t deny she was nervous. The weeks spent preparing for the trial and then sitting through the witness statements and being cross-examined by an aggressive defense attorney who made her out to be some sort of diva and ungrateful bitch who was somehow ripping off the father who had done everything for her had taken its toll. And the media beat-up was just as bad. However, not all the media had been on her father’s side. Talia had discovered she had far more supporters than she’d thought. Her fans—the true fans—had gathered in force to support her and she loved them for it. Not enough for her to consider going back into acting, but enough that going through the trial had been bearable. But if not for the constant and unwavering support of Parker, Talia didn’t think she woul
Parker rolled his eyes as he took her hand and stood. “Seal the deal?” “Isn’t that what you said earlier?” He shook his head, his grin still in place. “No, I said celebrate.” “Okay, good. Let’s do that then.” Parker grabbed her and lifted her up, making Talia squeal. He kissed her and she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders. Stumbling, he carried her to the bedroom and tossed her on the bed with a flourish, making her squeal again. “I feel like we need champagne and strawberries or something,” Parker said, standing with his hands on his hips as he looked around the room. “You mean like pouring champagne in my belly button and licking it out?” Talia asked, lifting her shirt to reveal her navel. Parker cocked an eyebrow. “Hmm…that’s something to think about for a later celebration,” he said. Talia pouted. Parker held up his hands. “I don’t have any champagne on hand,” he protested. “Then I’ll just have to
“You called Isaac,” Parker said when he walked into the apartment. Talia looked up at him and bit her lip. “I did,” she said. “But before you get mad, I didn’t say anything about what happened. And I did it because I knew you wouldn’t say anything to defend yourself.” Parker sighed. “I’m not mad,” he said, walking over to where she was seated, working on her miniature diorama. He leaned down and kissed her. “I’m grateful. Thank you. What you said to Isaac helped.” Talia grinned up at him. “So, they’re going to let you do the article?” Parker nodded. “They are.” “That’s so great,” Talia replied. “So it all worked out.” Parker pulled out a chair and sat down beside her. “Things have worked out for me, but what about you? What are your plans now? Without Mark controlling your every move, you can do anything you want.” Talia dropped her head and fidgeted with her fingers in her lap. “I don’t know what I want to do,” she said quietly. “I don’t think I wan
Talia pulled back from the kiss. “Don’t you think it was pretty selfish of me not to sacrifice myself for you?” she asked. “No,” he said, reaching up to tuck some hair behind her ear. “What you did wasn’t selfish, it was survival. There’s a difference. Me expecting you to sacrifice yourself for my job would have been selfish. Are you doing what you need to in order to survive? Not selfish. Not in the slightest.” “It feels selfish,” she mumbled, leaning her forehead against his. “I feel like I need to do something to make it up to you.” Parker cupped her face. “Talia,” he whispered. “This is not some quid pro quo thing. There will be times when you will save me. I have no doubt about it. That’s how relationships work. It’s swings and roundabouts. There is no big tally sheet in the sky and nobody is keeping score.” “I just don’t want you to feel resentful—” Parker cut off the rest of her sentence with a kiss. “How could I be resentful of the fact that I get to have you in my l
“She’s asleep,” Parker said, coming into the living room from his bedroom where Talia had finally succumbed to sleep. He slumped onto the couch beside Stephen and laid his head on his father’s shoulder. Anthony looked over at him from where he was sitting, going through some paperwork on his laptop, and Carter paced, not able to sit still. “I take it the article came out,” Parker said. “Yeah,” Carter replied with a sigh as he raked his hand through his hair. “It’s going to do us some damage,” Parker said. “Maybe,” Carter said with a shrug. “Maybe not.” Parker frowned at him. “What does that mean?” “It gets your name out there,” he replied. “It will drive people to your blog.” “Fucking hell, Carter,” Parker exploded, jumping to his feet. “Seriously? You think this is a good thing?” “I didn’t say that,” Carter replied. “I just said it wasn’t necessarily damaging to us.” “And what about Parker asked. “The article would have tanked that de
Anthony had filed a police report as soon as he arrived in the city. “Their hands are tied,” Anthony said with a sigh. “There is no evidence of force and as she recently hid from the public because of a scandal, we have nothing to say she isn’t doing it again because of the latest issue.” “But can’t they force her to at least speak with them? To check that she’s okay?” Parker asked. “As far as they’re concerned, she has just gone into hiding again,” Anthony reiterated. “Until we have something to say otherwise, they can’t do anything. This has the potential to be a high-profile case because of who she is, so if they make a big deal about it and it turns out to be something innocent, it might blow up in their faces.” “That’s bullshit,” Parker growled, pushing up from his seat to pace around the room. He hated that he was sitting there doing nothing while Talia was trapped in her father’s house. It was torture to know where she was and yet not be able to get to
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Talia said. After Mark’s big reveal the night before, Talia had been left to sleep off the effects of the sedative he’d given her. The fucking bastard. He’d locked her door so she couldn’t get out and the window was too far from the ground for her to escape that way. Not without breaking something, anyway. Which Talia wouldn’t have minded, except with the way she’d been feeling, the thing that got broken might very well be her head, and she was kind of attached to it being in one piece and remaining on her shoulders. So Mark had stalked her and Parker and then kidnapped her and drugged her and imprisoned her and he was under the impression that he was perfectly within his rights to do so. “I’m doing this for you,” Mark said. “Your mental health is at stake here.” “The only threat to my mental health is your arsehole behavior,” Talia snapped. They were sitting in the sunny kitchen at the table and Mark was trying to pretend that it
Carter clicked his fingers. “The original photos, the ones that were taken when you took her out to look at the miniature street art.” Carter turned to Parker. “You were in some of those photos. Your face was blurred, but that could have been done after the fact.” “So he’s been following me?” Parker asked. “You and Carter. Both would be my guess,” Jack said. “So he’s been following us, but how did he know I was sending a car to pick her up?” Parker asked. “Have you noticed anyone following you?” Carter asked. Parker shook his head and then paused. “What?” Carter asked. “What’s that look?” “It’s probably nothing,” Parker said. “Just say it,” Carter said. “I was speaking to Talia just before I went into the meeting he said. “When I hung up from the call, I bumped into a guy…you don’t think…nah. It can’t be. This isn’t some espionage movie.” “Could he have overheard your conversation?” Jack asked, leaning back in his chair and looking up
Parker was on a high. By all accounts, Atticus was on board with his proposal. Isaac just wanted to check in with the rest of the band before giving him a definitive answer. That was fine with Parker. Things would go much more smoothly if everyone was in agreement. The last thing he wanted was a hostile environment and if any of the members had misgivings about the proposal, then he would walk away. It would hurt, but he would do it. For this to work—for everyone involved—there had to be open communication and a willingness to participate. Without that, Parker may as well give up now. He climbed into his car, cursing the parking ticket and flapping on his windscreen. Getting out again, he grabbed it from under the windscreen wiper and shoved it into his glove compartment. The Playbook could pay for that. It was the price of doing business, after all. He turned the music up loud as he navigated through the heavy traffic toward his apartment building. He couldn’t wait to tell Ta