Finding North – Rachel Dunning

I pointed at him. “Robert De Niro fan?” “The biggest. You Italian?” “Hey, wait, I had another question—and yes, I am Italian. But only by gene-pool. The only word I know in Italian is pizza. So, Mr. Williams…” (I tried the English accent again, failed miserably) “why are you taking this lowly young girl out on the town? I mean, surely you could take anyone you wanted to? You could have gotten one of those Silicone Valley babes out at the club as well.”

(Great, here I was again, questioning a good thing with my suspicious nature. Was I about to blow this date before it had even begun?) His face went cold for a second. “Well, you just seemed interesting, is all…” He looked out the window, breaking my gaze. Interesting… I decided not to push it. “OK, it’s fine. I was just—” “Because you look uncannily like someone I used to know, that’s why,” he interrupted.

“She was someone…very special…to me. So, no mystery. No love at first sight. But she’s dead now”—Say what? My throat caught. It seemed everyone tonight was telling me people were “dead” like they’d broken a nail or something—“and, you and I are sitting here with a very special bottle of Chardonnay—which I’ll probably end up drinking all alone because you don’t drink and then making an arse of myself—and one finely superior bottle of Perrier Mineral Water, Madame.”

He raised his glass. I smiled at him and we toasted. I made a note not to ask about that again. “So, we’re here,” he said. He got out the car and opened the door for me, stuck his arm out for me to grab. I stepped out and he put my coat on my shoulders. We went up to a rooftop of an office building.

It looked like a spot for the staff, for lunch or something. There were several tables there but one of them was set with a bottle of Perrier and another of Chardonnay (of course, just like in the limo), and candlelight. There were also two patio heaters by it to counter the crisp evening wind.

He’d thought of everything. “We do their software. I pulled some strings. They have the best view from here. Of course, during the day, this rooftop is used for the staff—” “But at night it’s used for romantic getaways by consultants who provide software?” “Precisely. You learn fast, Miss Leora Caivano.”

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They say it is better to have loved and lost. They don’t say…that these things are all lies. Conall Williams was my first, my last, my everything. He is my North. He always will be. Even if I am no longer his. OceanofPDF.com Chapter One -1- I never had problems. Nobody ever beat me, abused me, cheated on me, or took nude photos of me and put them on the internet (uh, yeah, that happened to a few people I know).

I wasn’t bipolar, depressed, angry, upset, worried, afraid, or any of the other cliché things that First World girls with First World problems all tend to feel. No, I had it all. And I was bored. Sure, my mom had been divorced like a gazillion times and was never home.

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