Phoebe had been betrayed by her longtime lover.
Her life was falling apart until she met Lincoln and
Alistair.
Two men very much in love. With each other!
They taught her what it was to be loved, cherished, adored.
But, how will they survive when tragedy strikes?
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Phoebe
Rogers slouched at her desk and glared at the pictures on her computer. Images
of Callum, her scumbag boyfriend, and a tall, shapely, blonde haired woman
filled the screen. They were kissing,
holding hands and gazing adoringly into each other’s eyes. Another image of
them both staring straight at the camera, mocked her.
How could he have done this? Only two days before they had been
discussing a romantic holiday to one of the islands. He’d been crooning sweet
words into her ears while fucking her senseless, and behind her back he’d also
been screwing this bitch! Phoebe had no idea who the woman was or who had sent
the images to her. The only thing she was sure of was that five years of her
life had gone down the drain. No wonder
the bastard wouldn’t discuss marriage.
Anger
mingled with sadness at her loss but she would face it with her shoulders
pulled back and her well-endowed chest pushed out. Like she did everything in
her life. Like her Army Sargent father had always demanded. There had never
been any tolerance for ‘childish tears and tantrums’ in her parents’ house.
“Face it head on,” her father had barked at her on more than one occasion.
She’d never received the hugs she craved when she was hurt. “Wouldn’t do for a
soldier to be seen to be soft,” her father’s voice echoed in her mind.
Phoebe
shut down her computer, gathered her purse, files from her desk and strode with
purpose to the suite of offices where her bosses worked. They were brothers and
co-owners of the legal firm. David and Tony Allen were bent over a desk
examining papers and discussing a case in David’s office. Phoebe knocked on the
door frame and both men stopped what they were doing and glanced up.
David, a
tall, slender man with black hair was the elder brother. He noted the purse and
files in her arms before checking his watch. “What can we do for you Phoebe?”
“David, I
need to lodge these files at the courthouse and I was hoping I might be able to
head home a bit earlier.” To her dismay, her voice shook with emotion. I will not cry, I will not cry. Tears
pooled and burned in her eyes as she struggled not to set them free.
David
didn’t miss the glazed, watery appearance of her eyes and he heard the distress
as she spoke. He knew her well, she had been with them since the beginning and
he had never seen her upset. He was worried as he moved towards her. He placed
his hand on her shoulder. “Is everything okay?” he asked gently.
On hearing
David’s words, Tony, shorter than his older brother and with brown hair
streaked with grey, left the papers he’d gone back to studying and
straightened. Moving closer to her, he could clearly see something had upset
her. “Phoebe, what’s happened?” he asked.
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