Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 59671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
“Maybe you should go back to work, then, and I’ll stay home,” he mumbles as he kisses her tiny head. “You can sleep on me all day long,” he says in a baby voice.
I point to the stairs. “Crib.”
“Five more minutes.” He turns back to the television.
“I’m going to the shops quickly with Mom to pick up some things, are you okay to watch her for half an hour?”
“Uh-huh,” He smiles as if glad that I’m leaving.
I smile back. “You’re not going to put her back in her crib, are you?”
“Not a chance.”
Five years later.
“I’m going, Mom,” Fletcher calls.
“Hang on, I’m coming.”
I swaddle Billy up in his blanket and make my way downstairs, Fletcher is going back to his place after staying here last night.
He lives in Tristan’s penthouse in Tribeca now, all grown up and not my little baby anymore. He’s got new friends that are more suited to him and the stage of life he is in. Some of them are stockbrokers, a doctor, a law student…. All playboys I bet, not that I want to know anything about that.
We have six children now, our three older boys and then we had two little girls, Summer and Poppy, and then another little boy, William, who we call Billy.
We walk Fletcher out the front, Tristan has a daughter on each hip and Patrick takes Billy from me and holds him.
Harry is staying with Elliot and Kate, he’s doing work experience in the London office, he’s been with them for six weeks now and seems to be having the time of his life. He’s doing an internship with Miles Media just like Fletcher did at his age and loving every second of it…I’m not quite sure Jameson knew what he was getting himself into there.
Fletcher throws his basket of washing into the passenger seat of his Porsche. “You know you have a washing machine at your place, right?” Tristan mutters dryly.
“Yeah.”
I giggle. “He doesn’t know how to use it.”
Tristan walks around the car inspecting it. “You need to wash your car.”
“I know, Dad.” He rolls his eyes.
“I still can’t believe you bought a Porsche.” I sigh as I look it over, I hardly recognize my little boy anymore. Power suit, power car, penthouse, and player friends.
A Miles man through and through.
“He worked hard for it,” Tristan scoffs. “What’s the point of waiting until you are sixty to buy the car of your dreams? Life is short, Claire; you’ve got to play hard.”
Fletcher kisses us all and hugs me extra tight.
“I hate it when you leave.”
“He’ll be back tomorrow.” Tristan rolls his eyes.
Tristan doesn’t miss him as much as I do because he sees him every day at work.
Anderson Media is booming and they are busier than ever.
Fletcher gets into the car and we watch it disappear down the road as we wave.
Life is different now, quieter but louder. Busier but calmer. Grown up but then still just babies.
It’s like my life has had two parts. The life before Tristan and the life we live now.
“Can I go to a party tonight?” Patrick asks.
“No,” Tristan replies as we walk back inside. “You’re grounded, remember?”
I smirk, our sweet little Tricky has turned into quite the ratbag, got caught drinking last weekend. Him and his friends drank a cask of wine in the garage and they would have got away with it too if Patrick didn’t come staggering out blind drunk.
“Can my friends come over?”
“No.”
“What am I supposed to do all weekend, then?” Patrick moans as we walk up the front steps.
Tristan glares at him. “Try not to get murdered.”
THE CASANOVA EPILOGUE
THE MILES HIGH CLUB
* Trigger warning - The sensitive issue of fertility is discussed in this epilogue.
THE CASANOVA EPILOGUE
Kate
The private jet touches down and I hunch my shoulders up in excitement as I look over at my new husband. “Where are we?”
He winks and taps the side of his nose.
“You are still not telling me where we are going for our honeymoon?”
“Not yet.”
“Well at least tell me what country are we in?”
“Nope.”
“Elliot.” I laugh. “Come on, this is ridiculous.”
He leans over, takes my face in his hands, and kisses me softly. “It’s called a surprise, Kate.” His lips linger over mine.
“I love it already.” I smile.
“You do?”
“Uh-huh and I love you.”
He smiles against my lips. “I love you too.”
The plane taxis to its eventual resting place and I sit back and smile, so much has happened. So many magical memories have been made.
I got married to my dream man, on a dreamy farm, and now he has some colossal surprise for me and I have no idea what it is.
Only that he’s really excited about it, which means it must be special because Elliot only gets excited about super-special romantic things.
We climb off, I’m instantly hit with cool air and I frown as I look around. “Where is this place?”