She opened her mouth to speak but he held up a hand to hush her and hurried on. “I know you don’t believe me right now but I want you to know that I intend to prove it to you in as many ways as I can until you do believe me. I know I have been an idiot and that what you overheard was probably the worst thing you could have possibly overheard, but there was more to the conversation than that one small snippet. I know it doesn’t negate what I said, but please understand the context it was said. What you missed hearing me say was how much I love you and how happy I am. Yes, the baby would have smoothed things over with my mother, but that’s not the reason I am happy. I am happy because I couldn’t think of anything better than starting a family with you and spending the rest of our lives together. I asked you to marry me because I want you to marry me. I want to grow old with you and have many more babies with you and bounce our grandkids on my knee. I know I have a lot to make up fo
Chloe had been released from the hospital under the proviso that she keep her fluids up, get lots of bed rest, and eat small, regular meals. The doctors had assured her that her baby - their baby - was fine and healthy and the constant nausea would eventually pass. God, she hoped so. There was nothing worse than that constant feeling of wanting to throw up. Having Declan lying beside her helped. It was probably a placebo effect, but she wasn’t going to argue with it. Any moment of nausea-free time was a welcome relief. “What are you going to do now that you’re unemployed?” she asked with a grin. “You have a family to think about now. You can’t just bum around on the couch.” He kissed her, just a quick peck and she could feel his lips smile against hers. “I have some ideas about that,” he said. “I was thinking about doing something online…I don’t know what yet. Maybe expanding on what you do with kids’ parties but for adults.” She opened her mouth to speak but he pr
The music started and Declan stood anxiously beside his four best friends as the bridal procession started. Abby, Barry’ six-year-old daughter, was the first to walk down the aisle, her hand clutched tightly around a basket of flowers and followed closely behind by Becky. Cassie’s cousin followed them. He held his breath as Chloe appeared and his eyes didn’t leave her as she slowly walked towards the front of the church. He had begged Cassie to let him swap partners with Mason, but she wouldn’t have it. He was stuck with Becky as his partner and Mason was Chloe’s. Not that Becky was a problem, they actually got on quite well, now that she had worked out her issues with Chloe. Chloe looked stunning in the emerald green, floor-length gown. She had regained some of the weight that she had lost, but she was still too thin. Her baby belly wasn’t showing yet and he couldn’t wait until it did. He was unreasonably excited to see her show the fruit of their love in the form of a basketbal
After the vows were spoken and the kiss was shared, Declan watched on as Brian and Cassie signed the wedding register and were announced as husband and wife. As they moved back down the aisle being greeted and congratulated by the guests in attendance, Declan sidled up to Mason. “Swap partners with me,” he whispered. “No,” Mason replied. “Come on, man,” Declan pleaded. “You may have a death wish, but I have no intention of getting on Cassie’s bad side. The answer is no.” He sighed but snuck over to give Chloe a quick kiss before holding his arm out to Becky. She was looking longingly at Barry, who was partnered with Peyton - Barry was best man and Peyton was maid of honor so it was only natural they were paired together. Declan nudged Becky. “Your turn will come soon enough,” he said. “Just remember that Chloe has to be my partner.” “Who says you’re even going to be in the wedding party?” she said with a sniff. “Oh I know I will be,” he rep
To make things worse, the guy was getting bolder and the glitterati were opening their homes to him more and more regularly. He even arrived with a bountiful gift of Ashby Chocolates. Jonathon had scoured the sales reports to try and find out who was buying these gifts but he hadn’t found anything which meant that the guy had to work for him. This was a damned inside job that made it personal, which was why Jonathon had taken the radical step of going undercover in his own company. Yep. Starting next week, Jonathon would become Jake and he would start work as the new Research and Development Manager at Ashby Chocolates. His own fucking company. Instead of developing recipes in his test kitchen at home as he preferred, he would need to work in the test kitchen in the main manufacturing plant in Melbourne. And he would need to investigate his own employees. Whichever way he looked at it, it sucked arse. He hated that someone was trying to take over his life, but he hated even more
Wake up, Mama.” Emma stood back and huffed, hands on her hips and her lips twisted in disgust. The house was a mess…again. The bedroom smelled musty and dirty dishes and used glasses littered the top of the bedside. “Leave her,” Kirra said, coming into the bedroom. “She was crying all night.” Emma forced the anger down and turned to her sister. Kirra looked resigned as she stared at their sleeping mother. Emma felt the familiar guilt tug at her consciousness but she didn’t have time to give in to it. She started her new job today and she refused to be late. “Are you ready to go?” Kirra nodded. “I just have to get my bag.” Emma nodded and followed Kirra from the room, leaving Devi to sleep off her hangover. Emma loved her mother, but at times she kind of hated her too. Devi had fallen into a pit of grief and despair when her husband, Emma and Kirra’s father, was killed in a work accident. Devi and Tom had shared a big love, but he had been gone for sixteen years and Devi neve
Jonathon walked into the office near his lab and tossed his coat and briefcase on his desk. Movement near the window caught his attention. “Natalie,” he said, and she turned to face him. “What are you doing here?” “You need me,” she said, reasonably. “It’s been a month, Jonathon, and you are struggling. You need an assistant and that’s why I’m here.” “So who is sitting at your desk while you’re here with me?” “I employed a temp.” “Look, Natalie,” he said, running a hand through his hair and taking a breath. “I need you back at your desk. You are the only one who can keep this whole undercover thing from being exposed. People will become suspicious if you’re suddenly in R&D with the new guy.” She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at him. It was a look he was familiar with and not just from her. The women in his life all tended to give him that look at one time or another. It was the look of disappointment; disappointment that he had let them down again. “You still ne
She thought she’d have to work with the company for at least a few months before she even got a look at Mr. Ashby. Her research into the company told her that he’d had the same personal assistant for four years and there were no rumors she resigned, but…her desk was surprisingly empty as if she had cleaned it out and there was no one currently sitting there, so… “Emma Camilleri?” a voice called, making Emma jump. “That’s me,” she said, standing to her feet and turning to greet the woman who approached her. She had a stern look on her face, her eyes narrowed as she gave Emma a once over. The other woman had pale, creamy skin and red hair pulled up in a severe French roll. Her makeup was expertly applied and she was immaculately dressed in a skirt and silky blouse. She was a thin wisp of a woman who made Emma feel like an elephant beside her. Not that Emma had issues with her curves, she liked her body and the way she filled out a D-cup, but next to this woman, it was hard not to
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