All this could be moot, though. If Heather came back on the scene, she could very well scoop up Abby and Becky and walk out of Barry’ life. She didn’t think Heather would do that, money being the obvious reason. Heather had never worked a day in her life and she didn’t think the woman would take on a job now to support her child. Becky was convinced they wouldn’t see hide or hair of Heather until she had another wealthy man on the hook, someone willing to look after her in the lifestyle she had become accustomed to. Becky really couldn’t understand what Barry ever saw in her. He just didn’t seem the type to put up with someone as shallow as she was. He didn’t suffer fools lightly and he and Heather were like oil and water. Maybe she had been different when they dated, but Becky doubted it very much. It was an awful thing to think about her former employer, but Becky had seen behind the curtain and knew Heather probably better than anyone else in the world. She came across as
His eyes dropped to her finger and then back to her eyes, which were dark, the pupils dilated to their limit. Slowly he lowered his head to her finger and opened his mouth over the tip. His lips closed around the first knuckle and he watched as her eyelids fluttered and shut. He sucked on her finger, tasting the cookie dough and the salty taste of her skin, and then heard her moan as he dragged his lips up and off her finger, swirling his tongue around the tip before lifting his head. “Look at me Becky,” he said, his voice deep and rough. She opened her eyes languidly and blinked slowly at him. It was his turn to groan as he took the bowl from her hands, plunking it unceremoniously on the bench and dragging her body against his. She was so short that he had to practically bend double, but he did it anyway and captured her lips in a rough kiss. None of the softness and tentativeness from his previous kisses was evident as he devoured her hungrily. He’d been wound so tight whi
The little girl opened her eyes and tilted her head so she could see Barry. “Are you really here?” she asked. Barry's face broke into a soft smile. “I’m really here,” he said. Abby flung herself at him and he caught her, holding her close as she snuggled into the crook of his neck. “I missed you,” Abby said and Becky watched as Barry closed his eyes and breathed her in. “I missed you too,” he said, his voice gruff. “Please don’t go away again,” Abby said. He rubbed her back soothingly. “I can’t promise that, Abby,” he said gently and Becky was pleased that he didn’t offer her promises he couldn’t keep, “but I will promise to always come back.” “But I was really sad when you were gone,” she said, gripping him tighter. “Everyone goes away from me.” Becky felt the stab of pain in her heart for a little girl who was caught up in an untenable situation. She saw the pain cross Barry’ face, and she went to him and put one hand on his back and one
Giggling. He could honestly say he’d never before woken up to giggling. He smiled to himself and heard it again and, shit, wasn’t it just the best fucking sound in the world? His daughter was in his bed and he was waking up to that beautiful sound… except it didn’t feel like his bed and he didn’t exactly feel like he’d had the best sleep. He cracked an eye and took in the pale pink walls and the big blue eyes of Abby staring down at him. “Good morning sunshine,” he said, his voice crackly and thick with sleep. “Good morning Daddy,” she said, and he had to hold in the surprise of hearing those words come out of her mouth. He lifted his head and looked down the length of his body. Abby had covered him in every single stuffed animal she owned. The bed was shorter than his king-size - quite a bit shorter - and his legs stuck out the end. His body was at a weird angle and his neck had a crick in it from being jammed up against the headboard all night, but damn if he did
Having Barry homemade the planning for Abby’s birthday party goes a lot faster. He said yes to everything, including the invitations to his friends. He even agreed to wear pink as per Abby’s express instructions and told Becky to make sure she included a note to his friends’ invitations telling them that wearing pink was non-negotiable. She wanted to tell him not to give in so easily, that he was spoiling her, but he wouldn’t listen. She rolled her eyes and gave up arguing with him, he would learn soon enough. His giving into Abby’s demands was the reason she found herself in bumper-to-bumper traffic in the middle of peak hour in the pouring rain a week before the party and a week after he had returned from Merveille. Abby was in her car seat whining because she was tired and hungry and Becky was almost at the end of her rope. The reason they were in this predicament was because Abby had insisted that she needed a Princess Jumping Castle for her party and the only time they could
Shit. She managed to stop the word from slipping out of her mouth, but it wasn’t anywhere near as satisfying as yelling the word out loud. “Come on Fairy Floss,” she said, putting Abby down and taking her hand, “Let’s find a bus stop.”“Becky!” Barry roared as he ran inside the house, fear for the safety of his daughter and her nanny making him sound angrier than he’d intended. “Daddy!” Abby called running to greet him. His heart rate settled a little as he saw that his daughter was in one piece and unharmed. “Hey Pumpkin,” he said scooping her up and holding her tight, but trying not to let his fear scare her. “Where’s Becky?” “She’s in the kitchen. She has an owie on her head.” Barry pulse rate ratcheted up again as he raced down the hall, his long stride eating up the distance between him and Becky. When he stepped into the kitchen and saw her sitting at the bar, her face pale and a bandage on her head, a glass of wine in her hand he very nearly l
For the first time since the accident, Becky felt safe. Barry’ long, strong arms were around her and he cradled her to his firm chest. She could smell the fresh scent of his Paco Rabanne fragrance and the warmth of his skin as it permeated her, finally warming the ice that had taken up residence in her bones since the accident that could have been so much worse. He murmured comforting words to her as he gently rocked her in his arms and she closed her eyes and let herself relax. She went over and over what had happened in the car and wondered if there had been something she could have done to prevent it. Had she been too distracted? She would never have been able to forgive herself if something had happened to Abby. “I can hear you thinking,” Barry whispered into her hair. “I just—” What could she say? “I feel so responsible.” “Oh, babe,” he said with a sigh, “I spoke to the insurance company and then the police. There was nothing you could have done. The guy behin
He lifted his head and she opened her eyes to watch him. His lids were heavy and lowered, his mouth was wet from kissing her and she didn’t think she had seen anything sexier. This man wanted her and it did things to her; it made her forget all the reasons why this was a bad idea. “Your head—” he began and she silenced him with a kiss. “I’m fine,” she whispered against his lips, “but if you don’t take me to bed very soon, I think I might die.” He stood in one fluid movement, his hands under her arse and her legs wrapped around him. He took long, sure steps out of the kitchen and up the stairs taking her into his room and kicking the door closed behind him.Becky’s body slid down his until her feet hit the floor. There was an annoying buzzing in the back of his mind telling him this was a bad idea, but when he looked down at her in the moonlight, looking up at him with those big doe eyes, her lips swollen and wet from him, he shut that voice down quick smart. How co
Six Months Later…Everyone he loved was in the room. They were celebrating. Barry and Becky had finally set a date. Lisa and Mason wouldn’t be far behind. Brian and Cassie kept sneaking glances at one another that they thought nobody else noticed. He thought he knew what was going on but he didn’t want to ruin the surprise. It was their news to share and he was happy to wait for them to be ready to share it. Liam and Loretta were here too. He’d been slowly getting to know them. There was a lot of hurt to work through, but they were getting there. Jonathon quite enjoyed having a younger brother even if it was only in small doses at the moment. Devi and Kirra were also there. Kirra was graduating in a couple of weeks and then she would be hopefully attending one of the universities close to home. She wouldn’t know if she got accepted until the new year, but Jonathan was quietly confident that she would get into her top pick. And then there was Emma. Every day with her was
“I know it’s too soon,” he said, cupping her cheek. “But I want you to know that I am in this for good. I want to spend my life with you Emma. I want us to be a family. You, me, Kirra, Devi, Liam, and Loretta—” “Loretta?” “My mum. I want one big, messy family with you and me at the heart of it. Tell me you want that too.” She pressed against him and brushed a kiss on his lips. “I do,” she said before putting the remaining half of the chocolate in her mouth and grinning. The wheel came to a stop and he drew Emma to her feet, moving them both over to the window. The entire city of Melbourne was spread out below them, but it dimmed in comparison to the woman in his arms. “I love you, Emma,” he whispered before kissing her while they stood on top of the world.He took her home. He couldn’t not. They had stuff to work out and a relationship to manage. He had a family to get to know and she had her mother’s illness to navigate and her sister’s final year of sch
He stepped into the pod and waited for the door to close before holding the final box out to her, his mouth dry. She reached for it but he snatched it away, lifting it beyond her reach. “Before I give this to you, I need to explain.” She looked from the box to his face and nodded. “Okay.” The wheel started to move and Jonathon moved them over to sit on a bench. He exhaled roughly. “Okay, so I don’t know how much of this you already know, but how about I just start at the beginning?” She nodded again. “My mother left when I was two. I always believed she left us for a man with money. I’ve recently found out that wasn’t true.” He took a deep breath and her hand rested gently on his chest as she moved closer to him. He took strength from her closeness. “Someone was impersonating me—” “Liam?” He nodded. “Right. Liam. It turns out Liam is my brother. He was trying to draw me out and get me to notice him. He ultimately wanted to meet his father. He didn’t
“Are you looking for this?” the security guy asked, holding out an old-fashioned paper ticket. Emma laughed as she snatched it from him, waving it over her shoulder as she jogged toward the front doors of the building. She slid into the car and Brian looked at her expectantly. “Um…” Emma looked between Brian and Cassie. “I want to say Luna Park, but I don’t think that’s right.” “Why Luna Park?” Cassie asked. Emma held up the ticket in her hand. “We went to a fête in Merveille and rode the Ferris wheel.” “The Melbourne Star,” Brian said, his voice gruff. “Of course!” Cassie cried excitedly, leaning over to give Brian a smacking kiss. “You’re brilliant.” Emma could barely keep still as Brian drove them across town toward the Docklands and the giant observation wheel. As much as she was enjoying herself, she wanted to see him. She had already forgiven him for his lie and now she desperately wanted to ask his forgiveness for her stupid, fearful, erratic
She walked around the corner expecting to see Jonathon outside the patisserie, but there was no one there. She stepped inside breathed in the sweet scent of pastries and chocolate and looked around, hoping to spot him, but he wasn’t there. “Are you Emma?” a lady asked. “Yeah,” Emma said, turning to the woman who sat at a small table with a familiar little box in front of her. “This is for you,” the woman said, standing and walking away. Emma sat and took the box, pulling at the bow and opening it to see another chocolate truffle, this time it had an ’S’ written on top of it in dark chocolate. She didn’t need the little ‘Eat Me’ note to know what to do. She put the truffle on her tongue and closed her eyes. The chocolate coating melted away to leave behind a cake center with the sweet tang of apricot jam. “Sachertorte,” she mumbled to herself as she sighed and opened her eyes. Emma picked up the note that had nestled beside the truffle in the box.The first time we made lov
Dear Emma,The first time we met I wanted to kiss you. I knew I couldn’t. I knew it was stepping across a line both personally and professionally, but still, I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt.Our relationship has had an unconventional start, a bit of a rocky middle, and an absolutely appalling ending, but there were some real high points along the way. Let me remind you of how good it was between us and how good it could be again.Do you remember our first kiss? I don’t think I will ever forget it. I thought I knew what I was getting myself in for when I leaned down to brush my lips across yours, but I was a fool. You were so much more than I ever thought I would ever experience. You took my breath away and I lost a little bit of my heart to you at that moment.If it meant as much to you as it did to me, meet me there at the place where we first kissed.Jonathon.Emma could feel the wetness on her cheeks and she sniffed as she wiped at the tears. “Well?” Cassie asked, rocking o
It was the first Saturday morning Emma could ever remember that had the three of them sitting around the kitchen table eating pancakes and laughing. What would have been a simple, family Saturday morning ritual for some was something out of a fairy tale for Emma. She knew they were a long way from being a happy family, there was still a lot of hurt to navigate and broken trust to overcome, but it was a start and for once in her life, she was willing to just go with it. On this day, Devi was back to the woman she vaguely remembered from before Tom died and Emma wanted to soak it up and memorize it. From pancakes, they’d gone to gardening. Emma shared her plans with Devi and Kirra. She would let the lease go on her flat and move back in here permanently. It meant she would be on hand if Devi needed her and hopefully give some stability for Kirra’s final year of school. After she graduated and went off to uni, Emma could look at what would happen next. They all agreed that if they were
Emma wanted to believe her, but it was tempting to turn away and close her heart off so she couldn’t be hurt again. Except it would hurt anyway. If there was one thing she learned through this whole saga with Jonathon it was that closing your heart off to others was a mistake. You ended up hurting everyone that way, not least of all yourself. She put her arm around Devi and hugged her. “Good for you mum,” she said.Jonathon worked all night and most of the day. He tried calling Emma but when she didn’t pick up or reply to his texts after the first twenty or so, he gave up. What he had to say needed to be said in person anyway. Inspired by the woman he had fallen irrevocably in love with, he had spent the night holed up in his test kitchen creating the perfect set of truffles. Anybody could buy a box of chocolates or a bunch of flowers but only he could create an entire set of truffles that spelled out just how much he loved her and how much she had impacted his life. He had words
Kirra said when Emma finally made it home. Emma had been wandering around the city trying to come to terms with what all this meant for her life going forward. She had made some hard decisions, but she felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. It hadn’t helped with the pain in her chest where her heart was currently crumbling away to dust, but at least she knew that she wasn’t going to end up like her mother just because she had fallen in love. Life was always going to throw her curve balls and she just learned something about herself. Despite her previous belief, she was actually strong enough to withstand them, even swing the bat at them, and make the best out of a bad situation. “Hey, yourself,” she said, sitting at the table opposite Kirra. “Where’s Zoë?” “She had to go and run some errands.” “Where’s mum?” Kirra bit her lip and her eyes teared up. “I don’t know.” “She’s not here?” Emma asked, sitting up straighter and leaning forward. “When I got home, Z