To My Readers...Here's the truth behind Compass. My husband and I met on February 7, 2009, we were engaged on February 7, 2010, and our lives were turned upside down on the morning of February 7, 2011-just three months after we married. Compass is inspired by my own personal life experience. The events of the years this took place had a profound impact on my life and left me forever changed. While I used my creative license to align the story with the rest of the characters in the series, the premise is based in reality. The frustration, the pain, the heartbreak, the triumphs-we felt all of those emotions...some of which we recovered from, others we did not. My own story didn't end the way Piper and Moby's does but I can tell you, we had our own version of a happy ending. We both prevailed over the hand we were dealt and, in the end, came out stronger. Sometimes the fight of your life doesn't have a winner or a loser-sometimes you're lucky to merely survive.
"You did what?" Rachel's irate, her face reflecting her rage by the deep shade of crimson red it's become. She's normally not very easy to rouse, but she's in rare form today. Her laid-back personality is nowhere to be found. The vein bulging in her forehead makes me want to giggle-she looks like a Klingon-but I choke back the urge. Glancing at my watch, I wonder how long this persecution will continue. I get she's angry. I get it; they're all angry. But the fact of the matter is I'm thirty-six years old. Before this weekend, I've never married, and never seriously considered marrying. At my age, you don't need to date someone for three years to know whether you're compatible. I'm firm in my ways. I've lived alone for years, so I know; people are either a fit or they're not. Rachel doesn't grasp that concept at twenty-eight with more boyfriends in her history than I can begin to count. She kicks them out as quickly as they come, with a never-ending supply waiting in line. That's
There're lots of great things about being a guy but I've just decided the best being: my friends won't demand an explanation for cutting them out of a wedding, rather they'll likely be thanking me they got to avoid that shit. My brothers, on the other hand, are another story. I don't think Brooks and Landis care, but Dax has to care because his fiancée cares. We just eliminated her role in planning two weddings with her best friend.I mistakenly believe I have escaped the wrath by leaving the girls in the kitchen and retreat to the solitude of the porch. Thankfully, the smoke from the grill is keeping the mosquitos at bay and the sun is no longer blinding."I'm not going to attack you, Mo, but Mom and Dad are going to go bat-shit crazy." I'm not sure when Dax appointed himself the keeper of the clan, but his Father Knows Best mantra is getting annoying."No, they aren't.""Are you insane? You're the first one of the four of us to get married. Mom's going to cry." Landis thinks
They crowd in the house. Finally, everyone's cheerful and back to themselves, which in turn, makes me content. I love everyone here dearly. The Coopers have been like family since Dax and Cam started dating. They all became overwhelmingly protective of Cam's crew: me, Sutton, Charlie, and Rachel. The Wright brothers were a bonus courtesy of Cam and Dax. Julie Wright is the receptionist at the bank Cam used to work for before her attack, and the youngest of the Wrights. Their parents and the Cooper's parents have been thick as thieves for nearly forty years, lived across the street from each other the same amount of time, and had children at coinciding intervals-four in each family. Julie is the only one of the group who's not here tonight and also the only girl. Watching this brood in my home, I find humor in the run down, each brother having a partner from the other family, well except Dax. His partner passed away several years ago in a horrible car accident no one speaks about. Bu
As the last of our friends leave for the evening, I shut the front door with Moby close behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist, whispering in my ear, "It could've gone worse." "We need a bigger house, Moby." Sometimes I wonder if I have Tourette's or maybe ADD-the things that come out of my mouth are often random as hell and exactly what I'm thinking. Moby moved in with me because he was renting and I live downtown. Having all the gang here, the townhouse is simply too small. I want to add to our group, not have to pick and choose who we have over because we don't have enough room for everyone.He flips off the light switches leaving nothing but the streetlights to illuminate our path. Taking my hand, he pulls me up the stairs as I continue to talk. "Surely you saw people were sitting on the floor to eat and in separate rooms. That's no good. How did I not realize before tonight how cramped this place is?" I stop on the steps in front of him, turning around to come face t
There's something magical about waking up with her pressed to my side, nestled into my body. I'm sure most couples feel this when they first marry, but as far as I know, I'm the luckiest man to walk the face of the earth. Never in my wildest dreams did I think a girl like Piper would love a man like me. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a bad guy. We're just really different. Maybe that's what makes it work so well. Piper's beautiful but not in a model way. She's not tall, she's not overly thin, she doesn't dress like she stepped off the catwalk-nothing like the women I dated before her. Her thick hair is the color of burnt toast. It drops a little beyond her shoulders with hints of cherry red that catch my eye whenever the sunlight hits it. Her eyes are a beautiful deep brown, almost like chocolate. They're so dark and rich. The color sets off her flawless, creamy complexion. The poor girl doesn't tan no matter how much time she spends in the sun, and she dresses for comfort, in a cute w
"Hey, Rach!" I open my front door to my favorite real estate guru. I have no idea how she does it; she's very young, well-connected, and known for finding people their ideal home or office in one trip. She did it with Cam when they found Healing Wings-the foundation she set up after she was raped a couple of years ago-and I know multiple people who sing her praises. "Hey, Pipes. If you're cool with it, I'm going to take pictures, get room dimensions, and get your townhouse information before we go see the houses I picked for you.""Sure. Do you need anything from us?" I ask walking back to the kitchen to finish loading the dishwasher."No, this won't take long. It's always easier to list a property I've spent a lot of time in."True to her word, Rachel finishes with the townhouse in less than thirty minutes and finds us still lingering in the kitchen."Do you guys want to see the specs on the houses we're going to look at before we leave?" She pulls a stack of papers from he
"Piper?" I can't find a damn thing in this house. I always thought having more space would make things easier, but my wife and I have very different ideas of where things should go. I lost every one of those arguments when we moved here. She stayed up all night unpacking after I went to bed, and, by default, got to establish the locations of items in the new house."Yeah?" she calls to me from across the house before appearing in the doorway to the master bedroom."Where's the aspirin?" My head is pounding and the frustration I'm feeling toward having to search for it is only exacerbating the problem.Walking toward me, she says, "Does your head still hurt? How long has this been going on now? Two days?" She continues past me to the closet at the end of the hall. "This makes day three, and yes, it still hurts."She hands me the bottle. "Do you think you should see a doctor?"Tapping two pills into my palm, I hand the bottle back to her. The rattling of the pills inside the