The December morning had dawned humid and warm, so it was a relief to walk into the air-conditioned café, the smell of coffee and warm muffins making her mouth water even as she walked through the door. Dion was already there, sitting at a table with a latte, looking out of the window at the bust...
The shock on Megan’s face reminded him he hadn’t yet hung up, and he turned away and raised the receiver to his ear again, walking back to the sliding doors in the hope that the warm sun slanting through them would warm his suddenly clammy skin. “Dion?” Ben said. “Are you still there?” “I’m here,...
Megan Green fell in love with Dion Wallace when she was nine years old, but she hasn’t seen him since she was fifteen when he moved from New Zealand to the UK to be with his father. Meeting up with him in Prague eight years later is both a surprise and a relief when he rescues her during one of...
“Love, I’m so sorry.” “I’m all right, really,” said Freya, wiping away the tears. “It’s okay. It was only the one night—we both knew that, no surprises. I don’t know why I’m crying. I think it’s…under other circumstance...
“Morning, Daddy,” she said. “Good morning.” He smiled. She had undone her braids and her hair now lay spilled out on the pillow around her, a mass of golden waves like a wheat field in summer. She looked like a Scandinavian goddess, Freyja maybe, or a princess, he thought—Eva was right. Isabel sa...
His pupils dilated, and his breathing quickened. “What’s with you not wanting foreplay?” he mumbled. He stroked her and slid his fingers inside her, groaning as she sighed. “It’s a fun part of the process.” “Foreplay’s to get you in the mood and I’m...