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← Previous Chapter: Chapter 22 /|\ 5 months later… Briony Spinning the sapphire and diamond oval engagement ring on my finger, trepidation marches down my spine as I wait for Evie in the blue and ivory drawing room. Now that the ceremony is about to begin, I’m ready to get on with it, but I can’t do that without my Matron of Honor. “She’ll be here,” Bronwyn mutters, frowning down at her phone for...

← Previous Chapter: Chapter 21 /|\ Next Chapter → Epilogue Three weeks fly by as we work to get Day up and running. Day is a high concept lunch wagon that provides quality food at a fraction of the price. It caters to the average office worker or shoe salesman, who have champagne tastes but a burger budget. So, instead of Lobster Thermidor, Fried Lobster tail skewers with a side of lemon butter sa...

← Previous Chapter /|\ Next Chapter → If I don’t count the seven hours I spent riding the fence over the pros and cons of staying at Nick’s cottage, the flight home was uneventful. Before I left for Heathrow Airport yesterday afternoon, I was perfectly calm. I wasn’t angry, there wasn’t any angst involved in my decision to remove myself from his presence. Just a need for quiet, to allow myself to...

← Previous Chapter /|\ Next Chapter → The usual sound of pans and pots and the smell of cooked food are all absent when I step into my London penthouse. The unusual quiet that greets me sends a chill down my spine. It’s been three weeks since we left Switzerland and came back here for post-production work. Being in a studio and doing interviews from dawn to dusk, isn’t the glamorous part of the jo...

← Previous Chapter: Chapter 18 /|\ Next Chapter → Chapter 20 Just do it. Why are you being so dramatic? There’s nothing to worry about this time. I pause on the steps of the camper as I look out at the film set. After the last of the indoor scenes in the cottage were filmed this morning, the cameras were set up for filming the last scene this afternoon. Although, it’s technically not the last scen...

← Previous Chapter /|\ Next Chapter → When Andrew calls ‘ cut ’ the final time and holds up a thumb, I heave a sigh of relief. I may have filmed my share of kissing scenes, but that doesn’t make them an enjoyable experience. Usually I get lost in the choreography of where to place my hands, how to angle my head, all while behaving as the character requires. But, on occasion, I’m dragged out of wha...

← Previous Chapter /|\ Next Chapter → Girl’s night comes and goes in a haze of spa treatments, delicious room service and Chinese dramas till 3am. Over breakfast the next morning, Evie finally tells me that she and Gene are expecting again. I’m so excited, I squeal as I jump up to hug her in the middle of that fancy hotel dining room. When she tells me her due date is March 31, I assure her I’ll b...

← Previous Chapter /|\ Next Chapter → “And would you believe there’s a medieval castle not far from here, that Byron allegedly visited? It’s said he carved his initials into a pillar in the dungeon,” I smirk, playfully rolling my eyes. “Oh, really?” Nick replies drolly. “Yep. If you want, we can visit when I get back. In fact, it’s the castle that inspired that poem about the prisoner. Um..” “Pris...

← Previous Chapter /|\ Next Chapter → I groan as pleasure slides through me at Briony’s touch. I don’t know what magic she learned as a masseuse, but I soak it in as I try not to drool on my forearms. I would ask her to teach Alfie how to do this, but I’d rather wait on her eternally if that meant one more massage at her hands. Filming has proceeded on schedule, so we have a week off before we res...

← Previous Chapter /|\ Next Chapter → The vibrant blue and violet bouquet of flowers sitting in a blue stone vase on the kitchen island trumpets its presence, as I step into the chalet. Scratching my head, I close the front door and make my way towards the fragrant pretty blooms. After making lunch for Nick at the film set, it’s time to finish dinner, but I find myself mesmerized by the soft petal...

← Previous Chapter /|\ Next Chapter → My hair is still wet from my shower after my workout the next morning, so I run a comb through it, even if it will get styled on set by hair and makeup later. Surprising no one, I worked out alone this morning in the small room that was converted into a weight room. I’ve had enough conversations with Briony about healthy routines to know that voluntarily lifti...

← Previous Chapter /|\ Next Chapter → “So, let me get this straight. You booked a whole chalet for just you, me, and Alfie?” Briony drinks in the large wood and stone house from her perch on Doris. Against the back drop of the Alps, with its green rolling hills and crystal clear lake, it’s quite beautiful. With a nod in response, I sweep off my helmet, and turning toward Briony, I undo her chinstr...

← Previous Chapter /|\ Next Chapter → After having lunch in Paris the next day and staying in Dijon overnight, we arrive in Switzerland early Sunday afternoon. By the time I pull into the quiet town at the base of the lush green mountains, the low hanging clouds that blanket the snow topped summit has already begun releasing a light drizzle of rain. Nick gently taps me on the leg, sending lightnin...

← Previous Chapter /|\ Next Chapter → “That’s everything, Nick.” I nod, at Alfie, watching his eyes bounce between me and Briony as she sits astride the motorbike across the car park. “Are you sure you want to do this, Sir? Here to Switzerland’s a long ride. Especially for someone who was sick a week ago. You can still ride with me.” Briony crosses her eyes at me as she yawns, and the words of tha...

← Previous Chapter /|\ Next Chapter → Bang! I slam the empty kettle back on the stove, moving the refreshed teapot to the tray. Shaking out a fistful of oyster crackers into a small bowl, I squeeze it on the tray next to the bowl of chicken noodle soup. I’m running down the list of items on the tray when my phone starts buzzing for the 30th time this morning. Answering from my earbuds, I pick up t...

← Previous Chapter /|\ Next Chapter → Instead of answering, I frown at the pond, all the while noting the heart palpitations her question has given me. Maybe I should be concerned. Perhaps what I’ve been experiencing aren’t butterflies, but signs of heart failure. That makes more sense than romantic ideations at the age of 40, and with Briony of all people…even if there is only an 11 year gap in o...

← Previous Chapter /|\ Next Chapter → When the door to Briony’s room opens, despite my anger, I brace myself for the ever present kaleidoscope of butterflies. They don’t fail to impress upon seeing her fully kitted up. “Keys?” I ask with my hand out. She huffs as she unzips a pocket on her moto jacket, and drops the motorbike keys in my hand. “Thanks,” I say, nodding toward the stairway. Without a...

← Previous Chapter /|\ Next Chapter → Nick is going to hate this. The country house turned hotel and restaurant that we’re being housed in by the production team is very quaint. Yet, as the late afternoon sunlight spills onto the thin, pale pink and cream striped walls of the dining room through several windows along one wall, even the cheerful interior can’t distract me from the irritation rising...

← Previous Chapter /|\ Next Chapter → No, that was definitely the wrong line. I’m gazing longingly at the shady stand of trees at the edge of the old military airstrip when Stu mucks up his lines again. To be fair, it is unseasonably warm today. I lift my head to take advantage of a slight breeze that picks up as I ponder a picnic beneath the trees. That would be nice. I wonder if Briony will stay...

← Previous Chapter /|\ Next Chapter → Nick’s question and piercing blue stare bring me back to reality. “Um, let me gather those thoughts.” When he doesn’t drop his intense gaze, I shake my head to clear it. “I’m..not sure I can put it into words at the moment. Give me a moment to think about it. In the meantime,” I sit up to face him as I drumroll on the sofa. “Tell me about the series you’re her...

← Previous Chapter /|\ Next Chapter → “So wait a minute!—aaaaaahahahahaha—wait!” While patiently waiting for Evie to catch her breath, I lie huddled beneath the blankets in my bedroom at Nick’s duplex penthouse in Hyde Park. “Evie, you can’t laugh. This is a nightmare!” The only reason I’m not shouting is to avoid waking Nick or Alfie. “All I did was fall asleep on a plane, and I woke up in the tw...

← Previous Chapter /|\ Next Chapter → I need to send the message. I know it. Yet, the longer I wait, the more apparent it becomes that I’m hoping Briony is asleep when she receives it. It feels like it’s near midnight, but when I check the time, it’s only ten o’clock. I’m reclined against my pluffy white pillows, knowing I should have been asleep already, trying to adjust my inner clock for the tr...

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