Before returning to her seat, she brushed her hair and sprayed herself with one of the available fragrances. Irish relaxed into her seat, closed her eyes, and began her breathing exercises in preparation for landing because the captain hadn't returned yet. Before confronting Nathan, she wanted to calm down, find her Zen, and get rid of any memories of Irish and what he had done to her body. He said, "Hey," in her ear, and she struggled to control another full-body tremble. It seems to be her go-to response to him. The 'fasten seatbelt' light dinged, and she responded, "Hey," opening her eyes as it did. He moved about in his seat while adjusting his suit coat and fastening his belt. When he felt comfortable, he asked her, "So, are you going to tell me your real name?" "Nope," she said, shaking her head after smiling, "not until I know whether I need your services this week or not." "Really Blue?" he scowled. He queried. "Are you going to abandon me?"
She followed him to a large, hefty Chrysler with dark-tinted windows and a dazzling chrome grill. Before unlocking the door for her, he opened the trunk and loaded her things. As soon as she climbed into the passenger seat, buttery leather engulfed her. Despite being an unattractive corporate car, it was really comfy. He turned to face her as he climbed into the driver's seat and grinned. He acknowledged that it was pompous, but the clients were impressed. That was understandable, of course, it was. She simply smiled and nodded as she watched him drive the tank of a car onto the freeway and out of the parking lot. She shakily said, "So, Nathan, what did you have to talk to me about?" Oh, okay, I almost forgot, he said. He gave her a fleeting glance. "I have a big favor to ask of you." She said, "Oh, sure," feeling let down that it wasn't the proclamation of love she had anticipated. "Anything." He said, "One of Ainsley's bridesmaids pulled out." "I don't recall the specifics, b
However, it's also possible that after seeing Blue, Nathan understood what he was sacrificing. Perhaps the moron who was his stepbrother had a flash of insight and saw what a wonderful lady Blue was and how fantastic it would be to have her in his life permanently. After all, wasn't it what she desired? Didn't he want her to be content as well? Yes, he did, but only because he didn't want her to be content with Nathan. Brian wished he could be the one to bring her joy. He desired to be the one who caused her to catch her breath and for her eyes to shine. He desired to be the one to wet her underwear, cause her nipples to protrude, and feel her legs around him as she sobbed in the heat of passion. Without a doubt, he didn't want Nathan to be in charge of any of it. When the vehicle came to a stop, Brian peered out the window at his stepfather's beautiful mansion. Despite his wealth, he had a godawful taste. The motorist opened his door after getting out and turning around. Brian exi
Brian entered the lobby of Oceans Resort precisely at seven and promptly stopped in his tracks. Blue stood there waiting for him, her hair a tumble of rose gold curls down her back. Up until now he had only ever seen her in a dress or nothing at all, but tonight she was wearing skinny jeans and nude heels that made her arse and her legs look mouthwatering, like, seriously. His mouth literally watered at the sight of them. Don't get the wrong idea, she’d looked great in a dress, and amazing naked, but in tight jeans that cupped her arse like a lover’s hands? He was already hard as a rock just from the sight and all he wanted to do was to walk up behind her and rub the evidence of his arousal over those perfect, plump cheeks. But he didn’t. He did walk up behind her though, and lifted his hand to move her thick hair to the side and over her opposite shoulder so he could press a soft, lingering kiss to the tender skin under her ear. He felt her stiffen and then relax against h
She shook head. "No, he had some work to catch up on." She turned to Blue. "Mum, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Blue. Blue, this is my mother, Maree." "Blue?" His mother asked as she pulled Blue in for a hug. "That's Irish's nickname for me," Blue said with a giggle, “Because of my red hair. My real name is Cassie." "Irish?" His mother asked, quirking an eyebrow at him. It was his turn to chuckle. "That's Blue's nickname for me," he said, sliding his arm around Cassie's waist and pulling her back in to his side. “Because of my devastatingly handsome green eyes.” He liked Cassie nestled in beside him and he didn't even want to acknowledge how good it felt to call her his girlfriend. His mother laughed delightedly. "Well, it's lovely to meet you, Cassie. I can't tell you how surprised I was when Brian told me he had a date for the wedding." Cassie stiffened against him and she turned narrowed eyes on him. "Let's sit down," he said, avoiding
Cassie and Brian shared a look, one full of heat at the memory of how they met the first time. Cassie hadn’t been able to look at tequila, salt, or limes the same way since. “Irish picked me up in a bar,” Cassie said and he laughed heartily. Maree smiled uncertainly. “It’s true,” he told his mother. “I walked into a bar one night in Melbourne after a particularly bad day dealing with CASA and there she was. Fortunately, there was an empty barstool beside her, so I took it.” “Yes,” Cassie said, picking up the commentary, “and I was just coming out of a messy break-up and was trying valiantly to drown my sorrows.” “How long ago was this?” Maree asked, hanging off every word. “About six months ago,” Cassie replied. “You’ve been dating for six months?” Maree asked, her eyes swinging to Brian in accusation. He laughed. “Not exactly,” he said, “but we have been emailing back and forth. Cassie works for the PR firm that we hired to promote the new airline.” And just like that
She nodded and stepped out of the elevator. She looked back as the doors closed and she looked so lost he wanted to reach out and keep the doors from closing. He wanted to go to her and comfort her and tell her it was all going to be okay. But he couldn’t tell her that. This was what she wanted…she wanted Nathan, not him, and he refused to be a second choice or a substitute. The doors closed, cutting off his view of her and he leaned his head back against the mirrored wall, exhaling harshly. He clenched his teeth and forced himself to change the direction of his thoughts. He and Cassie were in a fake relationship and that’s all it could be unless she walked away from her silly infatuation with his stepbrother. The doors opened again on his floor and he carded his way into the penthouse suite. He kicked off his shoes and loosened the top button on his shirt. He grabbed his phone and sat on the balcony overlooking the dark beach. It was June and winter in the sunshine state, but it
Cassie followed Brian's directions and waited for him in the lobby. Because of his tender caresses and tender kisses from the previous evening, she had barely slept at all. She was certain he would ask her to spend the night with him when they had entered the elevator after supper, and she would have agreed. Rather, they had a disagreement and he had declined her request for a nightcap, allowing her to go. She had gone to bed feeling bewildered, upset, and in urgent need of anything to ease her inside pain. She had been thinking about anything other than Nathan for a change. Brian was there. Trying to make Nathan jealous, she was going to enter a brunch with Nathan and his fiancé on the stepbrother's arm. The tricky part, though, was that she wasn't sure whether it was still what she wanted. She had changed completely after spending time with Brian, and Nathan no longer seemed like the bright spark she had always thought he was. As soon as the elevator doors opened, Brian entere
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