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Love Like Theirs
LOVE LIKE THEIRS
BOOKS BY SOPHIE LOVE
THE INN AT SUNSET HARBOR
FOR NOW AND FOREVER (Book #1)
FOREVER AND FOR ALWAYS (Book #2)
FOREVER, WITH YOU (Book #3)
IF ONLY FOREVER (Book #4)
FOREVER AND A DAY (Book #5)
FOREVER, PLUS ONE (Book #6)
FOR YOU, FOREVER (Book #7)
CHRISTMAS FOREVER (Book #8)
THE ROMANCE CHRONICLES
LOVE LIKE THIS (Book #1)
LOVE LIKE THAT (Book #2)
LOVE LIKE OURS (Book #3)
LOVE LIKE THEIRS (Book #4)
LOVE LIKE YOURS (Book #5)
CHAPTER ONE
Keira opened one eye. As her mind transitioned from sleep to consciousness, it dawned on her where she was. Bryn’s couch. Again. Just like yesterday and the day before and the day before that.
She groaned, squeezing her eyes shut again, willing herself to go back to sleep. When she was asleep all that stuff with Cristiano disappeared. She could pretend she’d never broken his heart, that she’d never walked away from possibly the best love of her life. In her dreams, she could also pretend she’d sorted herself out, that she wasn’t still sleeping on Bryn’s couch, wasting her days watching reality TV, avoiding all her friends’ calls, and constantly delaying her boss Elliot’s request for her to choose a location for her next overseas assignment.
The room was dark in the weak early December light. As she lay on the couch, staring up at the shadows on the ceiling, Keira became aware of the sound of running water. The shower. Bryn must already be awake, which was unusual considering it was a Saturday morning and Bryn had been hungover every Saturday morning of her adult life.
Confused, Keira sat up, the old couch creaking beneath her, and heard the gurgle of the coffee machine. She sniffed and the aroma filled her nostrils. Bryn was up and making coffee? That wasn’t like her sister at all! Something was up. Bryn was the slob of the pair, but these days it was Keira who lay around all day getting nothing done. But she couldn’t help it. After everything that had happened with Cristiano, she just wasn’t ready to face the world.
Keira heard the click of the bathroom lock, then the sound of Bryn’s heavy footsteps as she bounded down the corridor. Keira could hear her whistling a toneless tune. She came into view, wrapped in a yellow towel, with another wrapped around her head.
“Oh, you’re awake,” Bryn said, stopping in her tracks and smiling broadly. “I made coffee. Want some?”
Keira frowned suspiciously. “Why are you in such a good mood? It’s Saturday morning. Come to mention it, why are you even up?”
Bryn laughed. “I had a quiet night in. Turns out when your liver isn’t busy trying to filter poison out of your body, you feel kinda good.”
“I’ve been trying to tell you that for years,” Keira mumbled. She sunk back onto the couch, resuming her position looking up at the ceiling. A second later, Bryn’s face appeared over her. Water dripped from stray tendrils of hair onto Keira’s face.
“You do a very convincing impression of a corpse,” Bryn told her.