day. “Katie, honey, it’s perfect for the wedding. It’s probably a little too expensive but I think you’ll love it. Not one to brag, I have to say, it looks beautiful on me.”
Katie smiled and let her talk. There was a time when her mum wouldn’t have been able to afford it. A time when money had been scarce, and any extra she had she’d spent on Katie not on designer dresses. After her father died twenty years ago, the Rosewoods had struggled financially. Her mother had no marketable skills, and the only work she could find had barely covered basic costs.
That was the reason Katie had always been so determined to make a success out of her life. She’d worked her butt off to get through medical school. Opening the practice with Steve had been a dream come true. She finally had a financially viable job that she loved with a partner she adored.
It was all good. She had enough money to support her mother and herself and she could afford a beautiful new home. After the miserable apartments and council housing she’d grown up in, her semi seemed like a veritable palace.
Her mother’s unit was pretty cool too.
“Now, has Joyce picked out her outfit yet?” her mum asked about Steve’s mother. “I know you’re not worried about us being color coordinated, but still, I’d like to discuss it with her.”
“She mentioned something about seeing a dressmaker next month,”
Katie said.
“Hmm, wise choice. She can have something tailor-made. Okay, I’ll give her a call. Now what about you?”
“Mum, I’ve told you. I’m not ready to find a dress yet. The wedding’s months away.”
“Nonsense, hon. Time will fly and before you know it you’ll be walking down the aisle. What do you say you and I go look at some bridal boutiques this weekend?”
Katie grinned. She was going to have to give in sooner or later. Her mother was determined. “I can’t this weekend.”
“You have plans.”
“Yep. Guess who came home today?” It had all happened so fast, Katie hadn’t told her mother yet. Tyler had given them no warning. He’d simply called from Heathrow to say he was boarding the next flight.
“Who?”
“Tyler.”
Her announcement was greeted with silence.
“Mum?”
“I’m here.”
“Well, say something.”
“Sorry, hon. I’m just shocked, that’s all.”
“You’re shocked?”
“Katie, he broke your heart.”
“Two years ago. I’m over that now. I’m marrying someone else.” Was she really over Tyler? Or did she think that by repeatedly telling herself she was, she’d believe it? Would it be possible that in time Tyler would become her best friend again and not just the man who made her knees weak and her heart beat unsteadily?
Her mother sighed. “Is he staying with Steve?”
“Uh, no, me actually. There’s no room at Steve’s place.” Sweet Lord, why had she ever agreed to that? Tyler had invaded her perfect home.
How could she possibly expect to get a decent night’s sleep, knowing a wall was all that separated her from the man who had once been her nightly wet dream?
She should have insisted he stay with Steve. It didn’t matter that he’d converted his second bedroom into an office. Ty would have been perfectly comfortable on the lumpy old mattress on the floor of the lounge room even if there were no blinds on the windows.
Nonsense. It would be like old times. Late-night coffees around her kitchen table. A last laugh and then sleepy goodnights before calling it a day.
“Have you told Steve about you and Tyler yet?”
“Uh…” Again she stumbled. “No.”
“Katie-”
“I promised Tyler, Mum.”
“I don’t like this, sweetheart. You’re going to get hurt again.”
“I’ll be fine,” she reassured her mother, but she didn’t really believe it herself.
“Well, how was it seeing him again?”
“It was nice.” Nice? Christ, it was pure agony. It had taken Tyler all of an hour to tear her life in two. To rip asunder everything she held so
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