Becky let her eyes feast on the beautiful man who slept so soundly beside her. The sun was just poking its head through the curtains and it lit Barry’ profile like the silver lining on a cloud giving him a golden glow. There was so much she needed to say, so many things she needed to tell him. Her heart was full of overflowing, but the words seemed stuck behind a huge lump in her throat. How could she ever express the feelings she had for this man? They were too big, too wide for words. She lifted a finger and delicately traced the contours of his cheek, rasping over the whiskers along his jaw and then over the softness of his lips. Lips that were swollen from the kisses they had shared. She was sure her own lips looked as swollen and red as his and she was probably sporting a pretty decent beard rash, but she didn’t care in the slightest. Last night, and early this morning, had been everything and more to her. Whatever happened today, whatever came out of all of this, she would
Barry couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off the woman sitting across from him. The spring sunlight shone in her hair giving the chocolate brown strands a golden glow and she looked so fucking pretty that he didn’t know how he could breathe past the tightness in his chest. They’d spent the day together with Abby, just taking things easy, talking softly when Abby was otherwise engaged and holding hands like teenagers. He couldn’t stop touching her, needing the feel of her skin under his to reaffirm that this was real and not a dream. The whole day had that dreamlike quality, like they had somehow stepped out of time and it was just the three of them in their own special universe. They were lying on a blanket under a tree in the park. Abby was asleep between them and they gazed at each other over her sleeping form. “Becky,” he began and then swallowed, not sure how to say the things he wanted to say. They had already talked about the way Heather had manipulated the situation
Barry had presented it to her when he took her out to dinner at the top of Sydney Tower. They’d flown there in his private plane just for the weekend. They’d left Becky at home in the care of Brian and Cassie (who’d taken to her like a doting aunt and uncle) and had their very first full weekend absolutely alone. It had been wonderful and magical and breathtakingly expensive. Becky still had trouble comprehending just how much Barry was worth and she thought it better just not to think about it. “Penny for your thoughts,” Cassie said, sitting down beside her. “I was just contemplating my fiancé and how he continues to surprise me.” Cassie smiled and her eyes tracked to her own fiancé across the restaurant. They were there for Brian and Cassie’s engagement party and had taken over the entire five-star restaurant. Declan had insisted since it was the restaurant in one of his hotels, and the night had been first class all the way. “Happy?” she asked turning to Becky.
Not that that was saying much. He spent most of his time in his apartment with his noise-canceling headphones in while he tested games or wrote code. He was a nocturnal beast, sleeping most of the day and working in the dark of night. He didn’t particularly like the sunlight. Declan liked to joke that he was a vampire, but that was just him giving Mason shit. The truth was he liked the anonymity of nighttime. The dark hid a lot, and he always felt way too exposed in the light of day. He was a private guy and didn’t like to open himself up to anyone. The four other members of Alpha Pi Tau were an exception. They had seen him at his lowest, his darkest, and it was only their friendship that had pulled him out of it. He worried that one day the darkness would just absorb him completely and he would become part of the night. He tried to keep those thoughts to a minimum, but on a night like tonight when he was surrounded by a happiness that seemed out of his reach, they crowded i
Is there something wrong with your rug?” “Shit,” Lisa cursed under her breath and stopped dragging the rug across the floor. She took a moment to compose herself before looking up. She knew what she would see and, trust and believe, a woman had to prepare herself to look at Mason. Slowly she lifted her head, her eyes staring at his bare feet, long legs clad in dark denim, a faded dark shirt with a ‘Stones’ logo on it (the one with the big red lips and tongue), his forearms bare with dark ink swirls peeking out from his short sleeves. His dark, curly hair touched his shoulders and his chin had dark stubble, but it was his blue eyes that got her. Every. Single. Time. He raised his eyebrows as their eyes met and then looked down at the rug. Right. She was dragging a rolled-up rug passed his door, in the middle of the night. It must look hell-suspicious. She knew it would, which was why she was doing it in the middle of the night, so she wouldn’t be disturbed. “Ah, red
“I don’t know,” she said. “Do you like to read? I blog about books, specifically horror and thriller books.” “Like Stephen King?” She nodded. “Stephen King, Dean Koontz, David W. Wright, Sean Platt, and, ah, Dan Wells.” He nodded slowly as she listed her favorite authors. “What about A. A. Abernathy?” Fuck! “You read Abernathy?” “Yeah, I just picked up the latest one. It’s pretty good so far.” “What, ah, which one of his is your favorite?” He rubbed his chin as he thought about it and she could hear the rasping of his stubble against his palm, a strangely intimate sound. “‘Under the Cover of Darkness,’ I think,” he said and she couldn’t stop the smile from breaking out across her face. It was her favorite too. A noise from inside his apartment broke into their moment and brought her back to her reality. She was dragging a stained carpet out of her apartment in the middle of the night. And she’d been caught again. He looked ov
He shook his head and tried to concentrate on the game he was working on. It was a first-person shooter game, one of the most violent that he’d designed so far. He was actually wondering if he’d maybe gone too far, but the focus groups had come back with more positive results than he’d expected. It seemed everyone had a little bit of vigilante in them. Who knew? The premise of the game was that the player had to hunt down and kill as many sick, twisted criminals as they could within a time limit and not get caught by the police. But there seemed to be a glitch when the player got above a certain number of kills and Mason had no clue what was causing it. The problem was that when a player reached the threshold, they gained some sort of superhuman abilities, which was not in the original design. This was not meant to be a paranormal or supernatural game; it was meant to be an everyday average Joe Blow losing his shit when his wife was murdered and going on a rampage to hunt down he
Dismembering a body was messy work, which she was coming to appreciate. If the body corporate knew what she was doing in her spare room they’d be horrified, which was why they could never find out. Which meant she had to stop running into Mason in the middle of the night on her disposal runs. Lisa rolled over, the cotton sheets gliding over her naked skin, skin that was too sensitive and begged to be caressed by the large hands of the man next door. Since running into him on that first night, he had plagued her thoughts. She couldn’t get those startling blue eyes out of her mind. He gazed at her with such intensity that she felt like he was divining every one of her closely guarded secrets. He was very bad for her - dangerous even - but she couldn’t help thinking about him. She wanted to trace those dark swirls of ink with her tongue, she wanted to feel the prickle of his stubble under her palm and run her fingers through his too-long hair. Restless, she rolled over again, l
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