“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
We like you and Mason together, we think you’re good for him. He’s changed so much since you guys have been together and I’m sure they’re reminding him of that.” “And telling him he’s an idiot for letting you go,” Becky added. “But I’m the one who stuffed up. I’m the one who broke the rules. He can’t still love me after what I did. He can’t love me if he doesn’t trust me.” “But you didn’t actually betray his trust, Lisa,” Becky said. “He thinks I did and that’s all that matters.” “And one mistake makes you a pariah?” Lisa didn’t answer, but in her mind, she screamed ‘Yes!’ That’s all it took, one mistake, and love was withdrawn. How could Mason love her when her own flesh and blood didn’t? Her aunt used to love like a carrot on a stick and it always seemed just out of reach. Lisa had never been quite good enough to reach it. She would always fail, fall at the last hurdle, and then her aunt would withdraw from her. As cruel as she knew it was, the fact still remained that s
Mason didn’t know how he got talked into going to Barry’ house with his friends. He would much rather have stayed at his own place and wallowed in his self-pity, but he’d secretly needed their company so he allowed them to bully him into moving the pity party to his friend’s house. Now he knew why they had all been so insistent that he come. Lisa was here and she was looking at him like he hung the moon. “You sent my book to my editor,” she said. The room around them fell silent, or he blocked out every other sound just so he could hear her voice. “It’s a great book, Lisa,” he said, taking a step closer to her. She stood from the couch so that she wasn’t craning her neck to look at him. “You liked it?” she asked. “I loved it,” he said, taking a few more steps so that he was close enough to touch her. “You don’t think Hyde is too much like you?” “I wish I was like Hyde,” he said and the corner of his mouth tipped up. “Lisa, I was wrong.” She blinked up at him, her eye
Lisa was glad, and as much as she loved her new friends and was grateful for both their intervention and their desire to celebrate her and Mason's reconciling, there was plenty of time to do that later, after she and Mason had had a proper reconciliation. He unlocked the room with her keycard and dropped her bag in the foyer. “Make yourself at home,” she said to him, “I just need to freshen up.” Lisa walked into the bedroom and through to the ensuite. She stripped out of her dowdy dress and stepped under the shower spray. She washed quickly, not wanting to waste time, but needing to wash away the residue of her mourning, and it had been a period of mourning. She stepped out of the shower and then dried off. She tied her hair back in a simple ponytail and then walked back into the bedroom where she climbed on the bed and kneeled in the slave position, her eyes lowered and her hands behind her back. It didn’t take long for Mason to come and investigate where she was and she stay
Naked in more ways than just a lack of clothing. This is where their souls touched, joined, and became one. This is where she finally felt whole.They slept for a while then, both of them exhausted by the emotional turmoil of the past week. Mason held her close, needing to feel her body next to his. He didn’t dream, not like he had dreamed in the past. There were no nightmares, just the beautiful slumber of a man content and in love and loved in return. He had found peace at last. But sleep only held them for a while and it wasn’t long before Mason was nuzzling her awake, needing her again, needing to be joined with her in the most fundamental of ways. His body needed reassurance that this was real and his eyes needed to see her, his hands needed to touch her. He needed to kiss her and show her with action how much he adored her, how he craved her. There was no bondage or dominance, not tonight. Tonight he just needed her, exactly as she was. He thrilled at her hands on his skin a
Declan smiled as he watched Mason and Lisa celebrate her book launch. The function room in his hotel had been decked out with crime scene tape and the chalk outlines of dead bodies on the floor. Six-foot posters of the book cover were plastered around the room and the space was filled with people milling around, eager to get a signed copy. It was the first time the reclusive A.A. Abernathy had ever attended a book signing and people were lined up out the door, eager to get a glimpse of their favorite author. Declan had been given an early copy of the book and he had to say he agreed with the critics when they said it was her best work yet. He was proud of her and so happy for her and Mason and the journey they were on. He had worried about his friend for many years, worried that he would never find the piece of his heart that was missing. Seeing the way he and Lisa interacted put his fears to rest and he let go of his concern for his friend knowing that he was now in the capable han
Chloe walked back into the reunion and headed to her seat, a fake smile on her face. The other women gathered around the table looked up at her, their own fake smiles in place, as she sat down. “He still not here?” Courtney said with a sad pout, insincerity dripping from her words like honey. “No,” Chloe replied with a tight smile, “he’s been held up at work.” Jennifer tut-tutted. “That was a habit I made sure Bradley got out of quickly after we got married,” she said and the others nodded agreeably like she was all-wise and knowing. “You definitely need to have strict boundaries with them,” Lia said, “and you need to set them early.” The three women had been friends with Chloe at school, although ‘friends’ was a loose term. ‘Frenemies’ might be a more appropriate word. They were all married, of course, and if Chloe wasn’t mistaken, they had all had ‘work’ done. She sighed and admonished herself for such uncharitable thoughts. Just because she was in a ba
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