How far would you go to protect the ones you love?
A successful architect with a promising career in London, Brian's world spins out of control when the man he always saw as a second father betrays him in the most unexpected way.
Left without closur...
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Hello, loves!
Thank you so much for reading this book, for sticking with me till now :-) Hope you're enjoying it so far... and buckle up. Liv and Brian still have a few more hurdles to jump and fences to leap before they reach their destination...
xo, Ana
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THREE WEEKS LATER...
AT LAST. THE GODDAMNED distant echo has finally stopped. And so has the flashing light flickering from the nightstand.
Thank God.
Burying deeper into the pillow, I snuggle down between the sheets, my weary body refusing to wake up after a long and demanding night.
I'm still fully immersed in my sleepy warm morning fuzziness when another beeping sound horns in.
You'd better check that, some nagging voice at the back of my mind utters repeatedly, at the exact same tempo of the rain tapping against the window outside.
With only a shy beam of light intruding through curtains, my senses struggle to adjust to the dark. It takes me a few moments to break through the drowsiness and get my bearings, until I finally manage to prop myself up with my elbow and squint at the mobile still glowing with a notification.
Sue | Saturday, September 26 | 10:20 > Hey, you two? Make yourselves decent ;-) Dropping off Josh and Emma in 30 minutes.
Oh sod. It's not as early as I thought!
It's Josh's birthday today and we've got to hurry. I promised my sister we'd hang out with the kids until they finished preparing everything for the party this evening.
Wait. 30 minutes?
Carried away by last night's memories and the perfume that still lingers in the air, I fall back onto the bed and let my hand search the sheets on my left side.
But that's a lot of time! Enough to spoon, snuggle, your bottom jammed into my crotch... and, well, who knows where all that can take us...
Nowhere, it will take me nowhere.
My hand comes up empty. Apparently, there's no cuddle session in the programme. I'm girlfriend-less in bed.
I roll out and clumsily shove my feet into my slippers. A quick look out of the window as I put my t-shirt on, just to confirm that there's indeed nasty weather outside, and I'm now ready to follow the music and the smell of fresh coffee wafting through the house.
When I reach the kitchen door and take a peek inside, I have to swallow a chuckle. She's by the counter singing and swaying her backside to – what's that? Cindy Lauper? – pouring coffee into two large cups and checking on the bread in the toaster.
