Emily looked up into his eyes, and the night they first met came back so vividly. Byron had the same pained look when he talked about Nova Summers, just like when Emily first saw him standing alone on the bridge."I'm not going anywhere," she said, "The fact that you told me this already means you're trying to get better. You're not in denial anymore.""One tiny step," he admitted, the muscles in his jaw tight as he stared out into the ocean, "...which might not lead anywhere."Emily pulled his face closer as if it was going to convince him to listen to her. "I know in your mind you're already scheming for a way to get out of having to do therapy, but you're going to do it.""Good God, what have I gotten myself into?" Byron said with a grin, "Can I take back what I said about you being my girlfriend?""No, too late!" Emily said, laughing."I thought you were my cure," he said, looking deeply into her eyes, "I always feel good when I'm around you, but I know it's not fair to put t
In the pearly grey morning light, Emily realized she was alone in the middle of a large bed, snuggled between silky sheets. The clouds were spread in an almost transparent layer over the city outside the window. She went to the washroom and realized her hair was a mess, but a kind of sexy mess. Everything that happened the previous night felt so right. She got back into bed as she couldn't escape a pleasant drowsiness, and she didn't have anywhere to be yet. The feeling of Byron's caresses all over her body was still there, as if it just happened seconds ago. The man himself appeared in the room, wearing only his briefs and carrying a breakfast tray filled with coffee, pastries, and fruit."Hey, you're awake!" he said, "That's good because I brought you something."She gave him a smile that was partly shy but mostly excited. His eyes lit up."You don't regret getting involved with me?" he asked, setting down the tray in front of her."Not when you bring me coffee and breakfast!
Many people turned out for Emily's open house. Her downtown art studio sparkled with new paint, and several works of art were displayed throughout. People mingled, going in and out of the three different rooms and enjoying glasses of champagne.Emily was a little surprised that her brother showed up rather than staying at home as was his custom most of the time. She was even more surprised to see him talking at length to her student Katie. Katie came over to her later, saying, "Your brother is hot, like a skinny Italian Gucci model.""I'm surprised he stays skinny considering how much junk food he eats," Emily said."He actually gave me his number," Katie announced, "Would it be weird if I called him?""No," Emily said, "though I warn you, he is weird, so some weirdness is inevitable."It seemed a budding teenage romance was about to unfold. Her friend Pam arrived with Mike, who was now her fiancé. Emily took them on a tour of the displays."This is Katie's work. Isn't it amazi
The next morning, Emily got out of bed and went to the window to try and bask in what little sunlight there was streaming through a few clouds. She hoped Byron was feeling more calm.When she came into the living room in her robe, she found him sitting on the floor in a cross-legged pose. He was doing some kind of breathing technique with his eyes closed. His silk robe hinting at the outlines of his powerful body, he looked like the embodiment of disciplined and serene masculinity. Emily tiptoed away to find some breakfast, not wishing to disturb him. When Byron joined her in the kitchen, he seemed extremely relaxed."It's amazing what you can achieve by being mindful of your breathing," he said. "I feel so balanced. And how are you, my lady?""I'm fine." She was actually amazed at the quick progress he was making. "I'm just glad you're okay.""Sorry about yesterday," he said. "I won't let my emotions control me again.""Does that mean you've abandoned that plan to fire everyone i
Emily found lazing in bed was so much better with the man she adored than all alone. The next morning, they could take their time since it was Sunday. "Did you sleep well?" Byron asked. "Extremely well," Emily said. After making love to him, she always slept soundly, but there had not been very much time for sleep.Emily had lots of time to take in the handsome contours of his face as the conversation meandered at a leisurely pace around the latest happenings. They were both so exhausted from the previous night that there was no more "peace and love" action to be had for now.Byron sounded happy with the way his companies were doing. Since the Christine disaster and his announcement about helping people with depression, the stock had only gone steadily up. "You know, the way things are going, I could afford some time away from the office," Byron mused. "We could go on vacation."It sounded so appealing as they were heading into the coldest time of year. Emily could picture lyi
Feeling a little guilty about not trying to spend as much time with her brother, Emily went home to see how he was doing.While she expected to find the place a mess again, it was not as bad as she feared, and Nick was in his room poring over a book."You're studying," she said, "keep it up, young man!""I do study once in a while," he retorted.Emily was about to leave him to it, but then he added, "I got a job to help with the rent.""What? That's awesome! Where are you working?""The juice bar.""Wow, there seems to be a trend going around with everybody getting healthy," Emily remarked, "Well don't work too hard. Mom and dad can always help out with rent, but they would probably want you to focus on classes.""Yeah, I think they've made that pretty clear." Nick sighed dramatically."School is still very exciting?""Yeah..."At least he seemed to be trying, Emily thought. Maybe it had something to do with him seeing Katie. She didn't want to ask too many questions, but th
Emily quickly stopped by her apartment to pick up some chocolates she was saving for the celebration—or for comforting in case the court decided against her. Not forgetting about Rupert, she grabbed a sausage for him. Nick wasn't home, but she wasn't too worried anymore since he had both work and studies now to keep him occupied, not to mention his dates with Katie. Nick was shy and secretive about the new relationship, but Emily was fairly sure it was more than a friendship."You look dapper!" Byron said when she arrived at his place, still dressed up in her court room clothes.Rupert came towards her, wagging his tail, and she fed him a few sausage slices, saving some for later."Thanks, I think," Emily said, "Are women supposed to look dapper? I thought it was only men.""I don't see why not," he said, gesturing freely with his hand, "Women have equal rights."She could smell something delicious cooking, maybe a beef stew. "And you even cooked dinner. What did you make?" "A
"Diane, you have made amazing progress lately," Emily said, praising one of her students as she looked over a landscape painting.Diane had been there from the early days when Emily first began to give private lessons. She was a retiree who already had some painting experience when she started lessons with Emily. "What would you say to the idea of me selling my paintings?" Diane asked."I would say, go for it.""I've been thinking of trying to take them to the local galleries," Diane said, "Maybe even an arts and crafts fair.""Yeah, why not?" Emily replied. "Your work is beautiful.""I was just a little concerned that you might think it's not good enough, or that it would compete with your own work."Emily was surprised at this, but then Diane had always been extremely considerate and tactful. "Even if I did try to sell my art, I certainly wouldn't mind a little friendly competition," Emily replied, "But for me, painting is something I do purely for fun. I'm no Picasso. I do