No. He wouldn’t let her rob him of that too. They had been his friends long before they’d known anything about him and had stuck by him after they found out the tragic truth. If there was anyone in his life that he could trust, it was them and he refused to let what Lisa did to him steal that from him. His mother had stolen too much of his life with her abuse and he’d be damned if he let another woman do the same. He sat back down on his couch and reached for his noise-canceling headphones. He put them on and then cranked up the Metallica while he continued to work. He had to forget about Lisa, he had to pretend that the apartment next door was empty and that he’d never met her.“Where’s the rest of the book?” Juliet asked as they sat in the same restaurant they always frequented when they met. “It’s done,” Lisa replied sadly, “but I don’t know whether I should release it.” “What? Why?” Lisa shrugged. How did she describe what had happened with Mason? How did she explain that
Lisa stared at the screen of her computer. An email addressed to Mason was open and her book file was attached. Now she just had to write something to get him to read it without deleting the email out of hand. The subject line said ‘Please Don’t Delete Me Without Reading’ and she hoped it was enough to actually stop him from deleting it. He may delete it simply to spite her, but she had no control over that. She paced behind her desk chair as she thought through what to say. Honesty was the best policy, but how to say it so that it didn’t sound like an excuse? How do you tell your muse that they had been your muse without offending them? She sat back down on her chair and poised her fingers over the keyboard. She was a writer, this should be a snap, but the words eluded her. She took a breath and closed her eyes and then started to type from her heart.Mason,I know you’re angry and hurt, but I really need to explain to you what you saw that night.Yes, I had written a profile of
Declan took her luggage and led the way down the corridor to her room. He opened the door for her, put her luggage in the bedroom, and then went to the mini bar to get her a drink. She slumped on the couch and looked out the window at the city view. She knew he was watching her and he probably had a lot of questions about what was going on, but he didn’t ask, just handed her a drink and then sat down beside her. “I’m an author,” she blurted out. “Did he ever tell you that?” Declan shook his head but remained quiet. “I write horror. Have you ever heard of A.A. Abernathy?” Declan’s eyes widened and he nodded. “I’ve read them all. Mason got me onto them.” Lisa blushed. “That’s me. I write under a pen name.” He grinned at her. “That’s fucking amazing,” he said. “I never would’ve guessed that a sweet thing like you could write such twisted shit.” She shrugged. “I have a lot of issues. I find killing people with prose goes a long way to sorting out my shit.” He chuckled. “So
He knew he was arrogant, but was he narcissistic enough to think that she’d moved into the apartment next door in order to get close to him? Or was he just being paranoid? If he let it, his mind could spin out all sorts of scenarios for why she targeted him. Maybe Monique had put her up to it, maybe the whole novel writing gig was just a ruse and she was actually one of those sleazy reporters that dug up secrets and exposed them to the world. With each more outlandish thought, he knew he was spiraling out of control. None of them rang true, but he was so discombobulated by discovering her betrayal that he was floundering and didn’t know which way was up. The rug had been pulled out from under him and he was still trying to find his balance, his old normal, the person he was before Lisa came into his life. The problem was, she’d changed him and now that old life wasn’t appealing and didn’t seem to fit him. His phone rang and he breathed a sigh of relief to be distracted from his di
Sebastian jumped up onto his lap, a rare occurrence, and made himself at home. But Mason still didn’t move. He petted the cat absently as he read, drawn in by the drama happening on the page. He’d always enjoyed the A.A. Abernathy books he’d read, but this one was…different. Different in a good way. There was more depth to it, more intrigue, a more complicated plot. He didn’t think it was as scary, but what it lacked in horror it made up for in twists and turns. A claw in his leg reminded him that he had to feed the cat and probably eat something himself. Reluctantly he bookmarked his spot and rose, only just realising it had grown dark and he hadn’t turned any lights on. He kicked his toe on the corner of the couch as his eyes adjusted to the darkness and then he squinted them shut as he switched on a light. He fumbled around in the kitchen, putting out some food for Sebastian and then making himself a quick sandwich, something he could eat one-handed and read at the same time.
Twenty-four hours. It had been twenty-four hours since Lisa had sent Mason her book and she hadn’t heard a thing from him. She’d barely slept for worrying and now she paced the hotel suite, wringing her hands like some fretful, historical woman waiting to see if the man she fancied would call on her. She threw her hands in the air, angry at herself for being such a ninny. She should just go to him and demand to know what he thought. That’s if he’d even read the thing. Maybe he’d seen her name in the address bar of his email and simply deleted it without giving it another thought? Crap. Crap. Crap. Maybe she should go and see him. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door and she drew in a quick, startled breath. Was that him? Had he come to have it out with her? She looked down at the dowdy dress she was wearing. His rejection of her had pushed her back into her old habits and all her lovely new clothes were still back at her apartment. It hadn’t felt ri
“I told him, almost at the very beginning. It turns out that I was one of his favorite authors.” Lisa smiled shyly. “But, you see, he had this weird effect on me. Whenever I was around him, I’d get really inspired to write, even before we were a couple. Just seeing him in the hallway would have my brain spinning storylines. He became my muse.” “Like in Xanadu?” Cassie breathed. Lisa smiled at her. “Sort of.” She sobered. “The thing is, I had begun to write a profile of Mason, just cataloging the little things about him that I’d gleaned. As our relationship developed, he opened up to me and told me some really private things, which I put into the profile.” Her friends gasped and she couldn’t look at them. “I was never going to use it for anything public. The profile was merely for me, a way of capturing my muse so that when the writing got tough, I could look at it and feel inspired again. Mason found it on my computer and felt betrayed. He thought I was writing about hi
“Babysitter,” Barry said with a grin. “I figured it was only fair that if the girls were getting sloppy drunk, we could too.” “I’m not going to talk shit about Lisa,” Mason warned and the other four laughed. “We’re not here to talk about her,” Declan said. “We’re here to tell you what a dipshit you are for letting her go. We are all Team Lisa.” His four friends, the four men in his life who had stood by him through some of his darkest days raised a beer and chanted ‘Team Lisa.’ “Thanks for all the fucking support. You can go now, shitheads.” They laughed. “Not until you tell us what you are going to do to get her back,” Brian said, raising his beer to his lips and taking a long swallow. “Seriously, dude,” Jonathon said with a shake of his head. “What were you thinking?” Mason stared at his confirmed bachelor friend. He thought at least Jonathon would be on his side, the guy had no intention of ever settling down. “You too?” he asked with a shake of his head. Jonath
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