~ LOVE IS BLIND ~

***** CHAPTER 128 *****

“We‘re leaving.” Urs said, as he and Kristina stopped in front of the table, where the others were now all sitting.

“Where are you going?” Julianna asked.

“I think that’s pretty obvious, don’t you?” Natty giggled.

“I know that.” Julianna said, playfully slapping Natty. “But it’s almost midnight. Everyone will be taking off their masks.”

“Oh come on, Kristina, please stay.” Abigail pleaded, who was sitting on Carlos’ lap. “It’s supposed to be the highlight of the evening.”

“What’s so special about removing a mask?” Carlos asked.

“At the stroke of midnight, everyone has to remove their mask.” Abigail explained. “If your partner doesn’t want to unmask, then they face a forfeit.”

“What kind of forfeit?” Sebastien asked. “Nothing bad I hope.

“It’s up to their partner what the forfeit is.” Abigail replied.

“Did you want to stay for that?” Urs asked, turning to look at Kristina.

“I‘ve waited this long.” Kristina said, moving closer and slipping an arm around his waist. “I guess a little longer won’t make any difference.”

Urs turned his head and whispered in Kristina’s ear, “Are you going to refuse to take your veil off?”

“That depends on what you have planned for me, if I refuse.” Kristina whispered back, placing her hand on his chest.

“This could get interesting.” Urs winked, running his hand down her back and resting it on her bum.

“Hey you two.” David piped up. “Either get a room or keep your hands to yourself.”

“Don’t be such a spoilsport.” Angie said, looking at David. “I think it’s sweet, that after all this time they’re finally together.”

“Don’t worry, the room’s already sorted.” Urs said, in a low voice, as he looked straight at Kristina.

“What’s up Buhler?” Kristina smirked. “Getting impatient?”

“A little.” Urs chuckled. “Aren’t you?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” Kristina giggled. “But I think I have a better way of hiding it than you.” she added, as she lowered her gaze.

“Hey, that’s not fair.” Urs said, blushing and quickly pulling her to him, so that she was now standing in front of him. “How long until midnight?”

Just as David was about to reply, he was interrupted by one of the band members on stage.

“Ladies and gentleman, there’s only sixty seconds left until midnight.” he announced. “And gentleman, may I remind you that if your partner refuses to unmask for you, you can demand a forfeit.”

Everyone got up from the table and walked to the dance floor as the countdown began. The band then started to play on the stroke of midnight and all the women could be seen removing the masks; everyone except Kristina.

The band then stopped suddenly.

“Ladies and gentleman, it seems we have a lady who is a little reluctant in removing her veil.” he announced, pointing in Urs and Kristina’s direction, as a spotlight was aimed directly at them.

“Somehow I don’t think this is what you had in mind.” Urs chuckled, seeing the stunned expression on Kristina’s face.

“I was hoping the forfeit would be something a little more… private.” Kristina blushed.

“Sir, you’re entitled to demand a forfeit.” the band member informed Urs. “What will it be?”

“A kiss.” Urs replied, smiling at Kristina. “I demand a kiss.”

“You demand?” Kristina said, with raised eyebrows.

“You’re going to refuse that as well?” Urs asked, moving closer.

“Never.” Kristina smiled, as Urs unclipped the veil.

Kristina stared in to his eyes, as Urs rested his hands on her hips and pulled her closer to him. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her. It was soft and slow at first, then with a little more pressure; but still the kiss was gentle and loving. Kristina closed her eyes, as she felt his tongue exploring her mouth; she loved the way he tasted. She groaned softly in to his mouth, her heart now racing wildly, as he wrapped his arms around her; their bodies now pressed firmly against each other. Kristina draped her arms around his neck, as their tongues fought for control in each other’s mouths.

“Okay, perhaps we should leave these two to get better acquainted.” the band member said, laughing as the spotlight went off. “But by the looks of it, they know each other pretty well.”

Needing to breathe, Urs reluctantly broke the kiss and looked directly in to Kristina’s eyes, his eyes dark with passion and a slight smile on his lips. Kristina knew exactly what that look meant and she felt a surge of warmth shoot through her body. Her knees were threatening to give way at any moment, after seeing that look; it was one she had waited years to see.

“We really need to leave.” Urs said, breathlessly. “Now.”

Kristina nodded, unable to speak, her lips still tingling from their kiss.

Urs took her hand, and they walked back to the table to join the others.

“This time we really are leaving.” Urs said, picking up his crutches as Kristina walked round to where Abigail was sitting.

“Happy birthday sis.” Kristina said, hugging her. “And you did an amazing job with the party.”
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“Thanks.” she replied, hugging her back. “But I guess this means you’re not going to New York anymore.”

“I guess not.” Kristina replied, as she looked across at Urs who was smiling at her.

Kristina then moved round the table and hugged Natty.

“Thanks Natty.” Kristina said, hugging her. “I loved what you did with my song and you sung it beautifully.”

“It was my pleasure.” Natty said, getting up from her seat. “I just hope that you’ll let some other people see those songs of yours. People would love them.”

“Maybe, we’ll see.” Kristina said, winking.

Kristina then turned to Julianna.

“Thanks for earlier, Julianna.” Kristina said, hugging her also. “You didn’t have to lie to Tyler. But most of all, thank you for telling Urs what you heard. If it wasn‘t for you, I would still be getting on that plane tomorrow.”

“It’s okay.” Julianna replied. “I could see how unhappy Urs was, I had to do something. I just wish I‘d done it sooner. I can’t believe I let Marius fool me. But just be careful. I told Tyler you’d gone home, but I’m not sure where he is and I think Anna is still around somewhere.”

“Okay, but I’ll have to tell him soon anyway.” Kristina replied.

“What about me?” David asked. “Don’t I get a hug?”

“Do you deserve one?” Kristina giggled.

“Hey, I stopped lover boy knocking seven bells out of Marius.” David replied.

“You should have left him to it.” Kristina muttered, frowning at the mention of Marius‘ name.

“I could always go back up there.” Urs joked.

“Don’t you dare.” Kristina said, slipping her arm through his.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to waste any more time on him.” Urs said, gently kissing her on the mouth. Kristina quickly hugged David and said goodbye, before her and Urs headed out of the ballroom.

“Were you really going to hit Marius?” Kristina asked, as they got in to the elevator.

“If David hadn’t been there, then yes, I would have.” Urs replied, pressing the button for his floor. “I’m not a violent man, but lying to you… what he did was inexcusable.”

Kristina took a step towards Urs and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Stephanie told me the same thing, you know.” Kristina said, as she rested her head against his shoulder. “When we were in Italy, she also told me that I looked just like Aimee.”

“Are you sure?” Urs asked, frowning. “Why would she tell you that? Unless her and Marius planned it, but Marius hates Stephanie.”

“Well, it looks like they found out they had something in common.” Kristina replied, sighing. “They both hate me.”

“They don’t hate you.” Urs said, gently kissing her forehead. “I can only assume Stephanie is jealous of you and Marius… Marius was in love with Aimee and he thinks I‘ve forgotten about her. So no matter who I fell in love with, no one would ever be good enough.”

“I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.” Kristina said, lifting her head up from his shoulder. “If I had been honest with you, things would never have got this far.”

“It’s okay.” Urs smiled, as the elevator doors opened and they started making their way down the corridor towards Urs‘ room. “I’m just thankful that it’s all over.”

“Me too, but you do understand why I didn’t tell you, don’t you?” Kristina asked. “At the start, I couldn’t tell you because I didn’t see the point. I thought you only wanted to be with me because of Aimee and there was no way I was going to spend my life with you, while the whole time you were wishing I was someone else.”

“And then I had the accident.” Urs said, as he took his room key out of his pocket and unlocked the door.

“Yes.” Kristina said, as Urs stepped aside to let her pass. “When Carlos told me that you’d had an accident, I instantly thought the worst. I thought you were dead. It was then, that I realised it didn’t matter. I loved you and I had to be with you.”

“And I told you to leave.” Urs replied faintly as he leant his crutches against the wall. “I was horrible to you that day, Krissy. I’m sorry for the way I behaved and for treating you the way I did.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Kristina replied, smiling. “I deserved it.”

“No, you didn’t.” Urs said softly, cupping her face in his hands. “None of this was your fault, you were just caught in the middle of this mess, no wonder you were confused.”

“Do you really love me?” Kristina asked, in the faintest of whispers.

“Can’t you tell?” Urs whispered. “Can’t you see it?”

Kristina looked in to his eyes and a smile slowly appeared. She never thought she would see it again but there it was, the sparkle, the look of love; the one he had when they first met, the one he had when he first told her he loved her.

“I see it.” Kristina said, reaching up and slowly running her fingers down his cheek, lingering on his jaw. She leant up and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. It was a tender kiss but one full of urgency and desire, one of passion that Kristina had kept hidden for so long. It was a kiss that Urs had never experienced before, one that literally took his breath away.

Urs pulled away and could see her eyes burning brightly with desire for him.

“Come here.” he murmured, as he took her hand and led her towards the bed.

***** CHAPTER 129 *****

“So are there any benefits from dating a Genie?” Urs asked, as he sat down on the bed and pulled Kristina on to his lap.

“Benefits?” Kristina asked, confused. “I know I‘m probably going to regret asking this but what exactly did you have in mind?”

Urs gave her a cheeky grin.

“Well, forgive me if I’m mistaken but don‘t Genie‘s usually grant three wishes? Do I get three wishes?”

“I suppose so, but be careful what you wish for…” Kristina whispered, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “…because you might just get it.”

“So when do I get to make my first wish?” Urs asked, carefully brushing her hair to one side.

“When ever you want.” Kristina mumbled, as Urs gently kissed the sensitive spot on her neck, just behind her ear.

Urs moved his mouth closer to Kristina’s ear and whispered. “For my first wish, I want you. I want to make love to you all night long, like you‘ve never been loved before; to feel your breath over my body. I want you to say my name as I touch, taste and caress every inch of you, to wake up next to you.”

Kristina blushed as Urs whispered his first wish to her.

“Well?” Urs asked, softly.

“Are you sure that’s one wish?” Kristina said, still blushing. “It sounds like several to me.”

“Well, if you want me to make a different wish…” Urs started to say.

“Granted.” Kristina interrupted, smiling at him.

Urs gently pushed Kristina off his lap and got to his feet. He shrugged off the long black coat and threw it on to the chair beside him. Kristina stepped out of her shoes, not taking her eyes off Urs for a second, as he peeled off the tight black t-shirt.

Urs caught her staring at him and smiled. His voice was soft, barely a whisper as he spoke.

“Come here.” he said, holding his hand out to her. “I need your help.”

“With what?” Kristina asked, quietly as she took his hand.

Urs led her back towards the bed.

“I need your help in getting these trousers off over my cast.” Urs said, pointing to his ankle.

Kristina couldn’t help giggling.

“Had you worried there for a moment, didn’t I?” Urs chuckled, as he started to unbuckle his belt. “Not exactly romantic I know, but they’ve got to come off sooner or later.”

“What would you do if I wasn’t here to help you take them off?” Kristina asked, trying to keep a straight face.

“Oh, I don’t know, sleep in them?” Urs said, shrugging his shoulders. “Or I could pop outside in the corridor and ask some pretty young thing that just happens to be passing by at the time, to help me undress.”

“You’ll do no such thing.” Kristina said, approaching Urs, as she watched him take off his belt and start to undo his trousers. “If anyone’s going to do it, it’s me.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Urs grinned. “A woman who knows what she wants.”

Kristina continued to watch Urs as he slid his trousers down around his knees, before sitting down on the bed. Kristina was starting to feel warm inside and her cheeks felt flush. She then started to giggle, when she noticed the boxer shorts that he was wearing.

“What’s so funny?” Urs asked, frowning.

“Those!” Kristina said, pointing to his boxer shorts. “You had a similar pair on the other day when I came to see you. They’ve got the same red devil on the side of them.”

“I wasn’t aware that you were playing such close attention to my underwear.” Urs smirked.

“I wasn’t.” Kristina quickly replied, now a deep shade of pink. “I mean... I was but… I couldn’t help it; I was cleaning the cut on your leg.”

“Okay, so what‘s your excuse now?” Urs replied, still smirking. “Why were you looking at my underwear this time?”

Apart from the obvious reason, Kristina couldn’t think of any other excuse as to why she was looking.

“Afraid you’ve got me on that one.” Kristina giggled. “I just couldn’t help myself.”

“I admire your honesty.” Urs said, grinning. “Now, can you help me get out of these things?”

Kristina knelt down in front of Urs and found herself biting her lip, as she concentrated on the task at hand; helping Urs take his trousers off. As Kristina pulled the other trouser leg over the cast, she noticed some markings on it.

“What’s all this?” Kristina asked, as she switched on the table lamp beside them, to take a closer look. “They look like numbers. Are they phone numbers?”

“They are.” Urs replied, quietly laughing. “I had several offers from some of the nurses while I was in hospital.”

“Oh yes?” Kristina said, raising her eyebrows. “You were only in there a day a couple of days. Would you care to elaborate?”

“Not really, there’s nothing to tell.” Urs said, looking down at Kristina. “Why? Are you jealous?”

“Completely.” Kristina said, as she reached for her bag, which was on the same chair as Urs’ coat.

“What are you doing?” Urs asked, as Kristina took out a pen from her bag.

“Writing my phone number on it.” Kristina replied, as she started to write on the cast.

“But I already have it.” Urs laughed.

“Well, this is just in case you lose it.” Kristina replied, smiling to herself. “I don’t want you finding yourself in the arms of some strange nurse.”

“That will never happen.” Urs said, smiling. “Now that I have you I don’t need any other woman.”

“Glad to hear it, Buhler.” Kristina said, leaning up and giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

“I don’t remember your number being that long.” Urs commented, as Kristina pulled away and continued to write on his cast. “What exactly are you writing on there? Your autobiography?”

“Hey you!” Kristina laughed, slapping him on the leg. “Less of your cheek.”

“Well, stop writing and get up here will you?” Urs said, patting the bed.

Kristina went to put her pen back in her bag, just as her mobile started to ring. She instinctively grabbed her mobile, flipping it open before noticing the look on Urs’ face.

“Sorry.” Kristina said, biting her lip. “Bad habit.”

“Work’s more important than me?” Urs asked, asked giving her a playful look.

Urs then noticed the expression on Kristina’s face.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, warily.

“It’s Tyler.” Kristina said, getting to her feet. “Do you think I should answer it?”

“It’s up to you.” Urs replied, shrugging. “He has to know about us sometime. If you want me to leave so you can have some privacy…”

“No, it’s okay.” Kristina interrupted. “I’m not sure I even know what to say to him right now.”

“When are you going to tell him?” Urs asked, when the mobile stopped ringing.

“I don’t know.” Kristina said, sighing. “I guess I’ll have to go and see him first thing tomorrow. It’s not fair to tell him over the phone, it’s something I have to do face to face.”

“Come and sit down.” Urs said, holding his hand out. “And you won’t be needing this.” Urs added, taking the mobile from Kristina and throwing it on the chair. “Right now, we’ve got more important things to do.”

“Like what?” Kristina asked, just as her knowing full well what his reply would be, as she sat down on the edge of the bed beside him.

“Like this.” Urs murmured, pulling her in to his arms, before kissing her.

Kristina slid her hand around the back of his neck and pulled the band out of his hair, breaking away from him and watching intently, as the curls fell forward around his face.

“You really like those curls, don’t you.” Urs whispered, gently caressing her cheek.

“I love them, because it reminds me of how you looked when we first met….” Kristina whispered back. “…and I love you.”

Urs smiled and gently pushed Kristina back on the bed.

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“It’s lovely to see you smiling again.” Carlos said, pulling Abigail in to his arms, just as the song ‘Tale as old As Time’ started to play. “Does that have something to do with Kristina staying in London?”

“Partly.” Abigail smiled, sliding her arms around his neck, as they started to dance. “And partly because I’m having a wonderful evening, dancing with my wonderful husband.”

“Wonderful husband?” Carlos said, raising his eyebrows. “What are you after?”

“I’m not after anything.” Abigail giggled. “I’m just happy that you like your costume. I was half expecting you not to wear it.”

“I would never refuse to wear it, you chose it. But I have been thinking… did you choose this on purpose?” Carlos asked, “Did you and Kristina deliberately go out looking for this costume?”

“Of course not.” Abigail replied. “I had no idea what our costumes were going to be, but then I saw the Beauty and the Beast outfit and seeing as you’ve performed in that opera, I thought it would be perfect.”

“It is perfect.” Carlos whispered, lowering his mouth to hers and gently kissing her. “Because I get to dance with the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Abigail gave a small yawn and rested her head against his shoulder.

“Are you tired?” Carlos asked, lightly resting his chin on her head.

“A little.” Abigail replied, sighing.

“Well, perhaps we should leave.” Carlos said. “It‘s been a long day.”

“Just a few minutes longer.” Abigail mumbled. “Let’s stay... until the song has finished and then… and then….”

“Abby?” Carlos whispered as he felt her go limp in his arms. Carlos pulled away and looked down at Abigail; her head rolled to the side, her eyes closed.

“Someone, anyone!” Carlos yelled. “I need help over here.”

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Hardly any words were spoken between Urs and Kristina, as they started to work on Urs' three wishes. But Urs was taking his time, teasing Kristina with every touch he made.

“Urs, please…” Kristina mumbled, trying to wriggle out of her top, her breath already quickening with anticipation.

“Now who’s getting impatient?” Urs whispered against her cheek, before gently biting and sucking on her neck.

Kristina let out a small moan as Urs gently glided his hands over her body. She gasped and tipped her head back slightly, her eyes closed as she moved her hands to his hair, threading her fingers through it and holding him close to her, not wanting him to stop.

“I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now.” Urs murmured between kisses. "Do you know how many times I’ve dreamt of you like this, Krissy? Do you know how many nights I’ve lay awake, wanting to be with you like this; to see that look in your eyes, to know how much you want me.”

“Urs please…” Kristina said, breathlessly, her eyes pleading with him to carry on.

Urs quickly covered her mouth with his, his tongue parting her lips, his hand lightly skimming across her stomach and down to the waistband on her trousers. Kristina tensed, as he ran his finger along it and started to push them down over her hip.

“Urs… wait.” Kristina said, suddenly pushing him away and putting her hand on his, stopping him from going any further.

“What’s wrong?” Urs asked, concerned, afraid that he might have somehow hurt her.

Kristina had wanted this for so long, but something was holding her back. Why did she feel nervous all of a sudden? This is what she had dreamt of, this is what she had been waiting for, for so long; to be with Urs. She wanted him, needed him, craved for him. But she was scared.

“Urs, I…” Kristina stuttered, suddenly feeling shy of what she was about to say. “Urs… I haven‘t… I mean, since David… there’s never…”

Kristina blushed and turned her head away from Urs.

“You mean you haven’t been with another man since David?” Urs asked, softly, as he gently grasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger, turning her head so she had to look at him.

“No.” Kristina said, faintly, nervously biting her lip. “No one.”

“So what’s wrong?” Urs asked, smiling down at her. “I’m not going to hurt you, surely you know that.”

“Of course I do.” Kristina blushed again. “But… what if I’m a disappoint to you?”

“You could never be a disappointment to me, Krissy.” Urs whispered. “I love you and I could show you just how much I love you, if you’d let me.”

“Really?” Kristina asked, still feeling a little nervous.

“Really.” Urs replied, leaving a trail of kisses across her shoulder and down her arm, as he gently ran his hand over her hip.

“Then show me, Urs.” Kristina murmured, reaching out and slowly running a finger along his jaw. “Please.”

“Did you know red is my favourite colour?” he said softly, as he pulled at the string on the bows of her bikini bottoms.

“No, I didn’t.” Kristina murmured, running her fingers through his hair pulling him down to her, kissing his neck.

”Do you know how long I’ve waited for this moment?” Urs murmured, lacing his fingers with hers and pinning her hands above her head. Kristina parted her mouth in anticipation, as Urs lowered his mouth to hers; and then Kristina’s mobile started to ring again.

“Ignore it.” Kristina mumbled, when Urs froze. She raised her head slightly, just enough to reach his mouth and gently suck on his bottom lip. Urs closed his eyes and lowered his head again, kissing Kristina; but the mobile continued to ring.

“What if it’s Tyler?” Urs mumbled, as Kristina moved her hips against him.

“Not now.” Kristina whispered. “This is about you and me, remember?”

Urs smiled down at her, as the mobile rang off. His lips brushed along her jaw until he found her mouth. His kisses then went from tender to passionate and demanding.

“Urs!” someone yelled as they started banging on the door.

“I swear, I’m going to kill someone before this night is over.” Urs said, through gritted teeth, as he closed his eyes and rested his chin on Kristina’s shoulder.

“It’s David, just ignore him.” Kristina mumbled. “Please, Urs, I need you… now.”

“I know you do.” Urs whispered, as he ran his hand over her hip, drawing her to him. “And I need you too.”

“Urs, it’s David.” he said loudly. “I need you to open his door now, it‘s urgent.”

“That’s it.” Urs said, rolling off the bed. “He’s a dead man.”

“Urs, where are you going?” Kristina asked, sitting up.

“To see what that damn fool wants.” Urs said, disappearing in to the bathroom and coming out, seconds later with a towel wrapped around his waist, hobbling to the door.

“You’d better have a damn good reason for being here.” Urs said, flinging the door back to find himself face to face with not just David but Natty too.

“Urs, look, I’m sorry.” David said, apologetically. “I know you’re… busy... but it’s Abigail. One minute she was fine, she was dancing, the next thing we know, she’s passed out.”

“Oh my God, is she okay?” Kristina asked, suddenly appearing at Urs’ side, with a bed sheet wrapped around her.

“She’s conscious now.” David replied. “The hotel doctor has checked her over, and she seems okay. But Carlos mentioned how she hasn’t been feeling well since they got back from Italy, so he’s suggested taking her to hospital, just for a check up.”

“I’ll get dressed.” Kristina replied. “I’m going with her.”

“Did you want to come and get changed in my room? It‘s just a couple of doors away.” Natty offered, entering the room. “You can borrow some of my clothes, it’s cold outside and that outfit, well, you’ll catch your death dressed like that.”

“Thanks.” Kristina said, blushing at her current state of dress, in front of both David and Natty. “That sounds like a good idea.”

“Give me five minutes and I’ll come with you.” Urs said, gently taking hold of Kristina’s arm.

“There’s no need.” Kristina smiled, before whispering in his ear. “I know how much trouble you have with your trousers. Why don‘t you stay here and keep the bed warm? I‘ll be back as soon as Abigail has been given the all clear.”

“Are you sure?” Urs asked, wrapping his arms around her waist. “It won’t take me long to get dressed.”

“I’m sure.” Kristina said, sliding her arms around his neck. “The doctor has already said she’s fine, they just want her to have a check up but I want to make sure.”

“Don’t keep me waiting too long.” Urs said, caressing her cheek. “Remember, I have a long list of phone numbers on this cast.”

“If you even think about dialling one of those numbers, Buhler, I’ll give you a matching cast on the other ankle.” Kristina said, smirking before leaning up and kissing him tenderly. “I’d better go.”

Urs watched as Kristina followed David and Natty out of the room, but just before she closed the door, she stopped and turned around.

“I love you, Urs Buhler.” Kristina said, blowing him a kiss.

Urs pretended to catch it and held his hand close to his heart; and then she was gone.

Urs smiled to himself, as he walked back to the bed and sat down looking at the clock. He wondered how long it would be before he saw her again. She‘d been gone less than a minute and he was already missing her.

***** CHAPTER 130 *****

When the ambulance arrived at the hotel, Carlos had gone with Abigail, leaving Kristina and Natty to take a taxi there. As soon as they had arrived, they were told where Abigail had been taken, but were now waiting to see what was wrong. So far they had been there almost two hours and no one was telling them anything, other than "we’re carrying out some tests."

“I wonder how much longer this will take.” Kristina said, glancing at her watch. “Surely they must have some idea what’s wrong with her. You don’t just pass out for no reason.”

“I know it’s not what you want to hear, but I’m sure they’ll let us know anything as soon as they know.” Natty replied. “I bet Carlos is probably asking them every five minutes as well.”

Kristina looked at her watch again.

“Did you have to be somewhere important?” Natty asked, smirking.

“You know very well what the answer is to that question.” Kristina said, sighing. “But I’m not going anywhere until I know what’s wrong with Abigail.”

“Yes, I can see you have some unfinished business.” Natty said, giggling.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Kristina asked.

“That mark.” Natty replied, pointing to Kristina’s neck. “I’m guessing it’s Urs’ doing.”

Kristina took out her powder compact from her bag and checked herself in the small mirror.

“Geez, I haven’t had a love bite since school.” Kristina giggled, lightly running a finger over the mark on her neck. “It doesn’t look bad, does it? I don‘t want anyone at work to see it.”

“No, it looks fine.” Natty replied. “A bit of make up will cover it, although I would‘ve thought you would want to show it off to the world.”

“If I was a few years younger, then maybe.” Kristina laughed. “But at my age, I don’t think so.”

“So, is everything okay between you two now then?” Natty asked. “I mean, we know Marius lied about Aimee, but have you told Urs about… you know, you being ill?”

“Everything is great between us.” Kristina said, forcing a smile. “But no, I still haven’t told him about my illness.”

“Why not?” Natty replied. “You have to tell him sooner or later.”

“I know, I know.” Kristina replied, frowning. “It’s just that, well, tonight we had other things on our mind and… and I don’t even know where to start.”

“Just tell him the truth.” Natty replied.

“But I’ve lied to him, Natty.” Kristina frowned. “I told him everything was fine, that the blood tests came back all clear. Everything finally gets sorted out and now I have this bombshell to drop on him. What if it‘s too much for him?”

“He loves you Kristina.” Natty said reassuringly. “Anyone can see that. Didn’t you tell me that he’s been to the hospital with you twice? He even came to see you not long after your transplant. Just tell him, everything will be fine.”

“I don’t know if I can.” Kristina replied, biting her lip. “I don’t even know where to start. Even now, I’m at a loss for words.”

“Well, how about writing him a letter?” Natty suggested. “Take your time, think about what you want to say. Tell him everything Kristina, don‘t keep any secrets from him.”

“It does sound like a sensible idea.” Kristina replied.

“Believe me it is.” Natty said, getting to her feet. “Let me see if I can find some paper and you can make a start on it now. You’ll feel a whole lot better once he knows.”

A few minutes later; Natty returned with some paper, which one of the nurses had kindly given her. Kristina made a start on her letter, telling him that she was ill, apologising and explaining why she had lied to him about her test results and that if he felt it was too much for him and that he didn‘t know if he could cope with it, then she would understand completely if he wanted to call the whole thing off. He had given her a choice earlier and it was only fair that she gave him the same chance to choose.

Once Kristina had started writing her letter, she found it surprisingly easy. Her thoughts became much clearer and she was beginning to feel better already, knowing that Urs would finally learn the truth about her illness.

“Finished?” Natty asked, as she watched Kristina fold up the piece of paper.

“Yes.” Kristina sighed. “I think that pretty much says it all.”

“Look, I was hoping to see Luke after the party, so if you want me to, I could go back to the hotel now and drop it off at reception.” Natty suggested. “You could stay here until you know what’s wrong with Abigail and it will give Urs time to read it before you get back.”

Kristina didn’t answer; although she had written the letter, she was still worried that Urs would change his mind about their relationship.

“He has to know, Kristina.” Natty said, holding her hand out, waiting for Kristina to give her the letter.

Kristina looked at the neatly folded letter, in her hand and reluctantly handed it to Natty.

“Stop worrying, will you?” Natty said, placing the letter in her bag. “Things will be fine.”

“I hope so.” Kristina said, forcing a smile.

“You have my word.” Natty said, hugging Kristina. “Okay, I’ll drop this off and then I’d better go and find Luke, so give me a call tomorrow. That‘s if you can find your way out of bed.”

“Very funny!” Kristina said, smirking. “Can I say the same about you and Luke?”

“We’re just good friends.” Natty said, blushing. “Nothing more.”

“Yeah?” Kristina said, with raised eyebrows. “How many friends have offered to buy you a whip?”

“He was joking.” Natty giggled.

“I saw the look on his face.” Kristina commented. “He definitely was not joking.”

“Okay that’s it.” Natty said, laughing. “I’m going. Call me as soon as you know about Abigail.”

Kristina watched Natty walk down the corridor, until she disappeared out of sight. She wondered how long it would be before Urs got her letter. What would he think? What would she say to him when she got back? What would he say? Kristina could already feel the nerves starting to settle in. She knew Natty was right, she was doing the right thing, Urs had to know. Kristina sat there for another hour, before finally Carlos appeared.

“Kristina!”

Kristina looked up and saw Carlos, waving at her from the doorway to Abigail’s room, gesturing for her to come over. As she got closer, she was sure she could see tears in his eyes.

“Carlos, what is it?” Kristina asked, now starting to panic. “What did they say?”

“Why don’t you come in here.” Carlos replied, ushering Kristina inside Abigail’s room.

“Abigail?” Kristina frowned. “Are you okay? Carlos won’t tell me what‘s wrong.”

“That’s because I asked him not to.” Abigail replied, smiling. “I wanted to tell you myself.”

“Please don’t tell me you’re sick.” Kristina said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Well, in a way, yes.” Abigail giggled. “Morning sickness. In about seven months time you’re going to be an aunt.”

“An aunt?” Kristina said, stunned. “You mean… you mean you’re….”

“I’m pregnant.” Abigail said, beaming.

“Oh Abigail, that’s wonderful news. Congratulations!” Kristina said, hugging her sister. “I didn’t even know you two were trying for a baby.”

“We weren’t.” Carlos replied, sitting down on the other side of the bed. “We’ve always said we would have children one day, but we weren’t in any hurry.”

“But you’re okay?” Kristina asked. “I mean, you’re happy about the baby?”

“More than happy.” Carlos replied, taking Abigail’s hand in his. “We were both shocked when the doctor told us, but it’s the best thing that could ever happen.”

“I can’t believe it.” Kristina said, getting up from the bed and walking around it to hug Carlos. “You’re going to be parents. That’s just… amazing!”

Carlos then took Abigail’s hand again and stared lovingly at her. Kristina could see how happy they were and didn’t want to intrude any longer.

“Well, I suppose I should let you two have some privacy.” Kristina said, picking up her bag. “I expect you have things to talk about.”

“I take it Urs isn’t here.” Abigail commented.

“No, he’s waiting back at the hotel.” Kristina replied. “Why?”

“Because I think someone is in a hurry to leave.” Abigail said, now smirking.

“You don’t mind do you?” Kristina asked, blushing.

“No, I think the poor guy has waited long enough.” Abigail giggled. “I’m fine, now go before I have the nurse throw you out.”

“Thanks Abigail.” Kristina said, giving one last hug to Abigail and Carlos, before leaving the hospital and heading back to the hotel.

As Kristina got in to a taxi outside the hospital, she started to worry what Urs might say when she got back. Would he want to see her? Would he talk to her? Perhaps it would be best if she call him before she got there? No, she would wait, go back to the hotel and take things from there.

Kristina paid for the taxi and headed back inside the hotel, hoping that she wouldn’t bump in to Anna. She walked hurriedly past the front desk and was just about to step in to the elevator when some called after her.

“Excuse me!”

Kristina thought about ignoring who ever it was calling after her, she just wanted to get back to Urs but they reached her before the elevator doors closed.

“Excuse me.” said a young woman, holding open the elevator doors. “But are you Miss Kristina Sanders?”

“Yes, I am.” Kristina replied, now worrying, thinking that maybe something had happened to Abigail again.

“A gentleman left this at the front desk for you.” she replied, handing Kristina an envelope.

“Thank you.” Kristina said quietly, as she took the letter from her.

The doors closed and Kristina stared at the envelope. It had to be from Urs, who else knew she would still be here? Kristina opened the envelope and pulled out the piece of paper. As she unfolded the paper, something fell onto the floor and rolled in to the corner. But Kristina didn’t look to see what it was, she was looking at the note in her hand. On it was one word, very neatly written.

“Sorry.”

Kristina slowly bent down to pick up the object that had fallen out of the envelope. As soon as she realised what it was, she let out a small sob, and quickly covered her mouth. It was a red M&M. Kristina fell to her knees, tears now streaming down her face as she wept, uncontrollably. All she could hear was Urs’ voice in her head, saying the same thing, over and over again.

“Take the red one and we don’t ever have to see each other again.”

Urs had made his choice.

***** CHAPTER 131 *****

When the elevator stopped, Kristina was still kneeling on the floor, crying. The doors opened and she stared up blankly at the wall opposite her. Now what? Should she get out of the elevator? Should she go and see Urs and ask him to reconsider? She had to, even if it was just to see him one last time. Kristina got up from the floor and put the piece of paper in her pocket, before wiping her eyes dry. She then slowly made her way along the corridor to Urs’ room. Kristina stopped outside Urs’ room and took a deep breath, before slowly raising her hand to knock on his door; but she paused.

“What am I doing here?” she thought to herself. “He’s made his decision. I’ve already told him everything there is to know. What else can I say?”

Kristina placed her hands either side of the door frame and rested her head on the door. To think that Urs was just the other side; the man she loved with her heart and soul. She would have done anything for him and knew that she would never love anyone this much again. Tears started to fill her eyes; they had come so far this evening. The last four years were almost a distant memory, but that one word had turned her world upside down and she felt that familiar feeling of loneliness return. If Abigail hadn’t fallen ill earlier that evening and David hadn’t interrupted them, things might have been different. They were so close to being lovers, but now she would never know how it felt to be loved by him. She pushed herself away from the door and numbly walked back to the elevator. She longed to see him one more time, but she had to respect his decision; ‘never to see each other again‘.

After leaving Urs’ room, Kristina had got a taxi and gone straight home. She needed to talk and was hoping to find Natty there, but after checking every room, there was no sign of her. Kristina could only assume Natty had found Luke at the hotel. So Kristina had gone to bed, but she found it impossible to sleep, laying there, staring in to the darkness, replaying the events of that night. They had been so happy, even if it was only for a couple of hours and then she had to ruin it all. Kristina had no one but herself to blame, for not telling Urs the truth sooner. She had lied to him so many times, but maybe it was just one time too many.

Kristina glanced at the clock; it was now 6am. She dragged herself out of bed and went downstairs to fetch her mobile from her bag, cursing when she realised that she had left it in Urs’ room; there was no way she could go back for it. She’d just have to get a new one. Kristina went to the study and found her diary, flipping through the pages looking for a number; she found it.

It only rang twice, before someone answered.

“Hello?”

“Hi sleepy head, hope I didn’t wake you.” Kristina said, trying to sound cheerful.

“Kristina, it’s 6 o’clock in the morning.” Tyler replied, groggily.

“I know but we’ve got a big day ahead of us.” she replied.

“Do I get the feeling that someone is excited?”

“Very!” Kristina lied. “In fact, I was wondering if we could bring things forward a little.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I know we’re not supposed to be leaving until 1 o’clock, but seeing as you own the jet I was hoping we could leave a bit earlier.”

“How much earlier?”

“I’m all packed.” Kristina replied. “All I have to do is shower and change and I can be ready in an hour.”

“Are you serious?” Tyler asked.

“Absolutely.” Kristina replied. “What’s stopping us from leaving now? There’s nothing keeping me here any more.”

“Not even Urs?”

“No, not even Urs.” Kristina said, almost choking on her words and somehow managing to stop the tears that were threatening to fall at any moment. “I just want to leave England and start over.”

“Well, if you’re sure, let me call the airport and see if it’s okay.” Tyler replied. “Then I’ll have to see if the pilot can be available for this morning. I’ll give you a call back.”

“Okay but Tyler, can you call me on the house phone?” Kristina asked. “I’ve… I’ve lost my mobile.”

“Sure thing.” Tyler answered. “I’ll talk to you in a little while.”

Kristina hung up the phone and went back upstairs to get showered and changed. She didn’t want to stay in London any longer. What was the point in sitting around for another seven hours, when she could be back home in New York this afternoon? She was doing the right thing by leaving; everything was very clear now. She loved Urs and he loved her, but not enough to stay with her. The sooner she left and started to come to terms with that fact, the sooner she could move on; if that was possible.

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As Urs started to wake up, he yawned and stretched; his hand brushing the empty pillow beside him. He glanced at the space beside him, thinking for a second. Was last night all a dream? Were he and Kristina really together? A smile crept across his face, as he smelt her perfume on the sheets, it wasn‘t a dream. He got out of bed and picked up his watch from the night stand; it was 7.30am.

“Krissy?” Urs called out, taking out a clean pair of boxer shorts from his overnight bag and quickly slipping them on. “Where are you?”

There was no reply so Urs knocked on the bathroom door, again waiting for a reply but there was nothing. In the end, Urs opened the door only to find the room empty.

Where was she? Perhaps she was still at the hospital with Abigail and Carlos, he hoped it wasn’t anything serious. Or maybe she had gone to see Tyler and tell him that she was staying in London. Urs walked back over to the bed and picked up his mobile from the night stand. If Kristina ‘had‘ gone to see Tyler, maybe it wasn‘t very wise of him to try calling her, but he wanted to make sure she was alright. Urs pressed the speed dial for Kristina’s mobile. Urs sighed, as Kristina’s mobile started to ring; it was on the chair next to him, still in the same spot where he had thrown it the previous night. He decided to find out if David knew where Kristina was and within fifteen minutes, Urs had quickly dressed and pulled his hair back in to a ponytail. He grabbed his room key and made his way along the hall to David’s hotel room.

“What’s wrong, Urs?” David asked, yawning, as he stood in the doorway. His hair was no longer spiked but flattened against his head. “I thought you’d be having a lie in, especially after last night.”

“Have you seen Krissy?” Urs asked, ignoring David’s comment. “Have you heard from her at all? Do you know if she’s still at the hospital?”

“I’ve no idea.” David replied, ushering Urs inside. “Let me check my phone.”

David closed the door and took his mobile out of his jacket pocket.

“Nothing from Krissy.” David replied. “But there’s a text from Carlos saying Abigail’s just fine and that she‘s back home. That was at 4am.”

“So she should’ve been back ages ago.” Urs commented. “Where can she be?”

“Maybe she came back but you were asleep and didn’t hear her.” David remarked. “Perhaps she went back home.”

“Possibly.” Urs said, not convinced. “But she could’ve always got reception to call me.”

“Well have you tried calling ‘her‘?” David suggested.

“Yes but she’s left her mobile in my room.” Urs replied, letting out a heavy sigh.

“Urs, what is it?” David asked. “I can tell something’s bothering you.”

“I’m not sure.” Urs frowned. “I’ve just got this feeling that… that something’s not right.”

“You don’t think she’s had an accident do you?” David said, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“No, nothing like that.” Urs replied, sitting next to David. “It’s just… I don’t know, I can’t explain it. Last night…”

“…was good?” David said, nudging Urs and winking at him.

“Yes but it’s not what you’re thinking.” Urs said, forcing a smile. “If you remember, you interrupted us before we… you know.”

“Sorry mate.” David apologised, biting his lip. “But it couldn’t be helped.”

“I know, I know.” Urs replied. “But I just got the feeling that there was something she wasn’t telling me.”

“I thought everything had been cleared up now that the whole Marius business has come out in the open.” David replied. “What makes you think she’s hiding something?”

“Like I said it’s just a feeling.” Urs sighed. “And after last time…”

“Last time?” David asked, when Urs paused.

“Last time we got close, Tyler showed up and she ran out on me.” Urs replied quietly. “That’s when Krissy told me she was still leaving for New York.”

“I don’t understand.” David replied. “What are you trying to say Urs?”

“I think… I think maybe she’s had second thoughts.” Urs mumbled.

“You’re crazy, man.” David said, slapping Urs on the back. “She loves you, she told me so herself. Krissy‘s been in love with you for years. Why, after all this time would she leave you?”

“I don’t know.” Urs said, getting up from the bed. “I’m sorry for disturbing you, David. I’ll go.”

“Urs, hang on.” David said, jumping up from the bed. “Give me a few minutes to get changed and we’ll go to Krissy’s. Okay?”

“Okay thanks David.” Urs said, forcing a smile. “I’ll wait for you downstairs.”

David kept his word and within a few minutes, he was dressed and had joined Urs in the hotel lobby. Urs had already called for a taxi and it wasn’t long before it arrived and they drove straight to Kristina’s house.

While David was paying the taxi fare, Urs was already making his way up the path to Kristina’s front door. Urs kept ringing the doorbell and when there was no reply he walked round the side of the house and tried the gate but it was locked.

“She’s not here, is she?” Urs said, looking back at David.

“It doesn’t look like it.” David replied.

“Where else can she be?” Urs said, frowning. “Would she have gone to see Abigail?”

“No, if Abigail’s back home, she would have left it a while, it’s still early.” David replied.

Urs and David started walking back round to the front of the house, when a woman called out to them.

“If you’re looking for Kristina, she’s not home.” an elderly woman told them, leaning across the fence. “I saw her get into a car with a young man.”

“What did he look like?” Urs asked, approaching the fence. “Do you know his name?”

“No, sorry,” the neighbour apologised. “I don’t know his name, but I’ve seen him here visit here a few times. Nice looking man, very well dressed, smart looking, you know the kind, tall, dark and handsome.”

“How long ago did they leave?” David asked.

“Must’ve been ten or fifteen minutes before you arrived.” she replied. “He was helping her put some cases in the car, so I guess they’re going away somewhere.”

Urs looked at David, the colour draining from his face.

“Don’t worry.” David said, placing a hand on Urs’ shoulder. “I’m sure there’s a perfectly good explanation.”

“Like what?” Urs said, running his hands through his hair. “She’s going to New York, isn’t she?”

“I… I don’t know.” David stuttered. “Let me call Angie and see if she knows anything.”

Urs sat down on the wall and watched David, whilst he called Angie. Why would Kristina be putting cases in the car? It just didn’t make sense. Everything had been fine last night. He could understand her not being there if she was worried about Abigail, but Carlos said she was fine. So what went wrong? She seemed happy when she left. Everything was perfect.

“Urs?”

Urs looked up, to see David standing in front of him; he’d finished his phone call with Angie.

“Angie’s going to call me back.” David informed him. “Tyler gave her a copy of all the flight details before he left, so she’s going to call the airport and see if she can find out anything. According to the information Tyler left her, their flight’s not due to leave until 1 o’clock. So ‘if’ Kristina is leaving for New York, we’ve still got plenty of time to find out what’s going on.”

“I just don’t understand it.” Urs said, shaking his head. “It has to be Tyler that the neighbour saw here earlier. But last night, Kristina told me that she would tell Tyler she was staying in London with me. So why would she be putting cases in the car?”

“I don’t know.” David replied, as his mobile started ringing. “I’m as confused as you are. It’s Angie.” David commented, after looking at the display.

David sat down on the wall next to Urs, as he listened to what Angie was telling him. Urs could tell it was bad news, by the way David was chewing his lip and avoiding eye contact with him. A few minutes later, David closed his mobile and looked at Urs.

“Angie phoned the airport.” David said, quietly. “She told the airport that she was his secretary and just wanted to check his flight for today.”

“And?” Urs asked, nervously.

“Tyler called them early this morning.” David replied. “He changed the flight time from 1 o’clock this afternoon to 9.30am. They confirmed two passengers, Tyler Cavendish and Kristina Sanders.”

“I need to talk to her.” Urs said, getting up from the wall.

“Angie’s on her way here now.” David said. “She’s going to drive us to the airport. She’s tried calling Tyler’s mobile but it keeps going straight to answer phone.”

Urs sat back down on the wall, leaning forward and putting his head in his hands.

“Don’t worry Urs.” David said, kneeling down in front of him. “We will find out what’s going on.”

“I hope so, David, because I can’t keep doing this.” Urs said, looking up at him. “If she leaves, that’s it, we’re finished for good.”

***** CHAPTER 132 *****

“Kristina, just tell me why you’re going.” Abigail pleaded, as she walked with Kristina through the terminal to the private lounge.

As soon as Tyler had called her back with the new flight time, Kristina had called Abigail to let her know about her change of plans. Abigail had then asked Carlos to drive her to the airport to find out what on earth was going on and why she was leaving.

“I don’t understand, I thought you and Urs had sorted everything out last night.” Abigail continued. “We all know that Marius lied about Aimee, so what happened? Did you two have an argument?”

“No, we didn’t have an argument.” Kristina replied, forcing a smile. “We… we just realised that we don’t love each other as much as we thought we did.”

“What the heck’s that supposed to mean?” Abigail asked confused. “You either love each other or you don’t and anyone can see that you two ‘do’ love each other.”

“Yes but not enough.” Kristina replied, putting her bags down on the floor and opening one of them.

“Not enough?” Abigail asked. “Kristina, you’re not making any sense. I don‘t understand why you‘re leaving, surely it doesn‘t have to be like this.”

“Yes it does.” Kristina said, taking out her passport and zipping her bag back up. “Twenty four hours ago, I was all set to leave for New York but I still hoped that me and Urs could work thing out. But things have changed between us and now… now Urs has just made things easier for me and I know I‘m doing the right thing by going. If I want to forget Urs and move on, then this is something I have to do.”

“But why not stay here?” Abigail asked. “You could stay with Cavendish, just ask Angie to put you in charge of another campaign.”

“It wouldn‘t work, Abigail.” Kristina explained. “I‘m bound to bump in to Urs at some stage. Heck, you guys live in the same apartment block as him.”

“You won’t be able to forget him.” Abigail replied. “You could move to the other side of the world but I know you still love him. I know there’s a lot more to all of this that you‘re not telling me. So instead you’re just going to run away and that’s not going to solve anything.”

“I’m not running away, I’m… look please Abigail, I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” Kristina said, as a lump started to form in her throat. “It’s better this way. I’ll be back home in New York, I’ll be closer to mom and dad and then there’s Tyler. He’s willing to give this relationship a try.”

“That’s no reason to go. You don’t love Tyler.” Abigail said, frowning. “You love Urs.”

“Maybe one day I‘ll come to love Tyler.” Kristina replied. “It might not have been an instant attraction like it was with Urs, but I think there’s something there. It just might take a little longer. There are some relationships that you have to work at more than others.”

“I just don’t understand you Kristina.” Abigail said, shaking her head. “You love Urs. Why are you leaving?”

“Abigail, please.” Kristina said, hugging her tightly. “Just leave it. This is hard enough for me, so just believe me when I say it’s for the best.”

“But what about me?” Abigail asked, hugging her sister back. “And what about your niece or nephew? You’re going to be an aunt in a few months.”

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t miss that for the world.” Kristina said, smiling as she pulled away. “I’ll come back but right now, I have to leave.”

“All set?” Tyler asked, as he and Carlos walked towards Abigail and Kristina.

“Yes, I’ve got everything.” Kristina replied.

“Great!” Tyler smiled, as he picked up one of Kristina‘s bags. “Well, I’ve been told that the jet’s all ready to leave, so I guess it’s time to say goodbye.”

Kristina and Abigail hugged each other one last time.

“Please don‘t go.” Abigail said, as she started to cry. “I’m sure if you and Urs talked things over you could make it work.”

“We did talk and then I… ” Kristina stopped as she tried to hold back her tears, remembering how she had told Urs everything about her illness and that he had chosen to end their relationship before it had even begun. “It’s not that simple, Abigail. I need to do this, I have to leave.”

Kristina let go of her sister and picked up her remaining bag.

“Look after her, Carlos.” Kristina said, forcing a smile through her tears.

“I will, don’t worry.” Carlos said, wrapping his arm around Abigail.

“Call me when you land.” Abigail said, wiping her eyes. “Let me know you got there safely.”

Kristina put her hands in her pocket as she turned away, but then stopped and pulled out a small object. It was the red M&M Urs had given her with the note. If only she had told Urs the truth at the very beginning, about her illness. Perhaps she wouldn’t be in this position now. Kristina continued to stare at the sweet.

“Is everything okay?” Abigail asked.

“Everything’s fine.” Kristina said, almost choking on her words as she turned around to face Abigail. “Can you give this to Urs?”

“I don’t understand.” Abigail said, looking at the sweet.

“Urs will.” Kristina said faintly. “Tell him I’m sorry and that I… just tell him I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” Abigail said, confused.

“Please, just tell him.” Kristina said, placing the sweet in Abigail’s hand.

“Okay, okay, I’ll tell him.” Abigail agreed.

Kristina then turned and made her way to the gate to join Tyler who was already there, waiting for her.

“Are you alright?” Tyler asked, slipping his arm around her shoulder.

“Yes, I’ll be fine when I get home.” Kristina smiled, as she wiped her eyes. “Can we go now?”

“Sure, come on.” Tyler replied, leading the way out.

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“Can’t you go any faster?” Urs asked, impatiently. “Perhaps you should let David drive.”

“I’m going as fast as I can.” Angie snapped. She knew Urs was worried he might Kristina before she left but there was no need for him to get mad with her. “How about you drive, Urs? Let‘s see if you can do a better job.”

“Angie.” David said, giving her a warning look.

“What?” Angie asked, glaring at David. “We’re in London, it doesn’t get much faster than this.”

“I’m sorry, Angie.” Urs said, apologetically.

“No, I’m sorry, Urs.” Angie sighed. “I shouldn’t have snapped. Look as soon as we get through this next set of lights, things should be quieter and then the airport‘s not far.”

Angie was right, as soon as they had got out of central London, the roads were a lot quieter and it wasn’t long before they had reached the airport.

“I’ll park the car, you two go and find Kristina.” Angie said, as she pulled up as close as she could, to the entrance of the airport.

“Where do we go?” Urs asked, as he hurried inside the airport.

“There’s a private departure lounge here somewhere.” David said, trying to look for a sign or some directions that might give him some idea of where to go.

“Where?” Urs asked, looking at his watch. “You do know what the time is, don’t you? It‘s almost 9.30am.”

“I know, Urs. Give me a break will you?” David said, looking around for someone to ask. “Stay here.”

Urs kept looking at his watch, while David was asking one of the security guards for directions.

“Okay get in this.” David said he hurried over to Urs pushing a wheelchair.

“I’m not getting in that.” Urs said, looking horrified. “I can walk you know.”

“Yes but you can’t run.” David said, pointing to the chair. “So if you want to catch Krissy before she leaves, shut up and get in.”

Urs hesitated for a second, before quickly getting in to the wheel chair and letting David push him. They raced through the crowds until they finally came to a quieter part of the airport and the crowds started to thin out.

“There it is.” Urs said, pointing to a sign.

David slowed down and Urs got out of the wheel chair.

“It’s gone 9.30am.” Urs said, looking at his watch as David led the way. “We’re going to be too late.”

“Don’t say that.” David replied, holding the door open for him. “They could’ve been delayed, or still be checking the plane.”

“David what are you doing here?”

Urs and David both stopped and looked over to where the voice was coming from. It was Carlos.

“Where’s Krissy?” Urs asked, ignoring Carlos’ question.

“She’s leaving.” Abigail said, tearfully as she pointed to the window.

Urs looked out the window to see a man closing the door of the small jet.

“Kristina asked me to give you this.” Abigail said, handing him the M&M. “She said you would understand and to tell you that she’s sorry.”

“Try calling Tyler’s mobile again.” David said, turning to Angie. “See if you can get him to wait until Krissy and Urs talk.”

“Leave it David.” Urs said, quietly as he stared out the window.

“Urs, there’s still time.” David replied. “They’ve only just closed the doors.”

“Let her go.” Urs said, as he looked back down at the sweet in his hand.

“But Urs…”

“I said let her GO!” Urs yelled, as he turned and left, leaving behind a stunned David.

***** CHAPTER 133 *****

“Urs!” David called out as he ran after Urs. “Urs, wait.”

Urs didn’t get very far on his crutches and David soon caught up with him.

“Urs, are you going to tell me what that was all about?” David asked, now walking along side him. “Why didn’t you let me call Tyler? The plane hadn’t even taken off there was still time for you two to talk.”

“She made her decision, David.” Urs replied. “Krissy got on that plane, she didn’t have to but she did. I think that says it all, don’t you? She obviously doesn‘t love me.”

“But I don’t understand.” David frowned. “What went wrong?

“I have no idea.” Urs replied. “She took me for a fool. She told me one lie after another. Krissy said she loved me, that she’d always loved me. If she did, why the hell is she getting on that plane with Tyler?”

“I don’t know.” David sighed. “That’s why you should have let me call her. We could’ve sorted this out once and for all.”

“It’s sorted, David.” Urs replied, as they exited the airport. “I told you before we got here, if she gets on that plane, it’s over. So that‘s it, we’re finished.”

“You can’t mean that.” David said, as he waved to Angie who was just crossing the road and heading in their direction. “You love her.”

“Believe me, I mean it.” Urs said, the muscles in his face tightening. “I don’t want to have anything more to do with her.”

“Where’s Kristina?” Angie asked as she approached David and Urs. “Were we too late?”

“Angie, do me a favour.” Urs said, stopping suddenly. “This goes for you too David, in fact tell Carlos and Sebastien for me as well. Don’t mention Krissy’s name when I’m around, okay? I don’t want to hear her name ever again. As far as I’m concerned, she doesn’t exist.”

Urs then turned and walked over to where several taxis were parked up outside the airport.

“What happened?” Angie asked, stunned, as Urs got in to one of the taxis and watched it drive off.

“Show me where you’re parked.” David replied, slipping his arm around Angie’s waist. “I’ll explain it on the way back to your place.”

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Kristina sat staring out the window of the small jet. She tried to take her mind off things by concentrating on the small clouds below them, trying to make shapes out of the them, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Urs. It hurt so much to leave him, knowing that he didn’t want to be with her. She had no idea how she was ever going to get over him.

Kristina closed her eyes tightly, refusing to cry as his voice kept echoing through her head,

“Take the red one and we don’t ever have to see each other again.”

“Are you okay, Kristina?” Tyler asked. “You’re not afraid of flying, are you?”

“No, I’m not afraid of flying.” Kristina replied, opening her eyes and forcing a smile. “I just don’t feel too good.”

“Are you sick?” Tyler asked, worriedly.

“It’s just a headache.” Kristina replied. It was the truth, she had hardly slept a wink the previous night and now she was paying for it. “I’m just going to the toilet.” Kristina added, getting up from her seat.

Kristina walked to the back of the jet. She had tried so hard not to cry in front of Tyler, but as she closed the door behind her, she felt the first few tears escape. She leant against the door and closed her eyes, unable to hold back the tears any longer. She felt an unbelievable pain in her chest, almost as if her heart was going to break into a million pieces. How was she ever supposed to carry on without Urs? Was she going to feel like this everyday? Kristina hoped that she could hide her pain from Tyler and that in time her love for Urs would die and she would eventually forget about him.

“Kristina?”

Kristina jumped as someone knocked on the door and called her name. It was Tyler.

“Let me in, please Kristina.” he said, quietly.

Kristina wiped her eyes and slowly opened the door. Tyler only had to take one look at her to know she had been crying.

“Come here.” Tyler said, softly as he held his arms out to her.

Kristina rushed towards him and buried her head against his chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around her as she started to cry.

“We can always turn the plane around.” Tyler said, gently stroking her blonde hair. “If you’re having second thoughts we can go back right now.”

“I’m not having second thoughts.” Kristina said, before giving a small sniff and looking up at Tyler. “I want to go home… to New York.”

“Then why are you crying?” Tyler asked. “Is it Urs?”

Kristina laid her head against his chest and started to cry again.

“It’s okay.” Tyler whispered. “You don’t have to tell me.”

“I just want to forget him, Tyler.” Kristina sobbed. “Please… let’s not talk about him again.”

“If that’s what you want, that’s fine with me.” Tyler said, gently kissing her on the forehead. “I won’t mention his name again.”

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Urs took out his room key and opened the door to his hotel room. As soon as he entered the room he was greeted with the faint smell of Kristina’s perfume, which still hung in the air. He closed his eyes and a faint smile crept across his face, as he remembered the way she touched him, the way she kissed him, even the way she had looked at him, her face flush with desire for him. When he looked in to her eyes, he thought it was a look of love, it felt just like the connection they once shared. How could he have been so stupid? How could he have been so wrong about her?

Urs leant his crutches against the wall and took off his jacket, throwing it on the chair. He sat down on the edge of the bed and kicked off his shoe; that‘s when he noticed Kristina’s costume on the floor. He bent down and picked it up and held it against his cheek, the soft smell of her perfume still lingering on the top. The smile crept across his face again, as he remembered how happy they had been the night before, when everything had been perfect, or so he had thought. His heart sank as he thought back to the airport, realising that he would never see Kristina again.

Urs laid back on the bed and rolled on to his side and reached out to the empty space beside him. Just a few hours earlier he and Kristina had been on this same bed and about to make love. He thought everything was fixed, now that they knew about Marius’s lie. But what was her reason for leaving him this time? Had they taken things too quickly? Was she scared? Did she ever really love him? Had she been playing with him all along? It didn’t matter any more. He was back to square one; alone, hurt and confused. He meant every word he said to David earlier. He had to start over and forget all about Kristina. He had already wasted over four years pining for her. It would take him a long time to forget her and right now, it didn’t seem possible, but it was for the best. Urs pulled the pillow to him and held it tightly as he quietly cried in to it. What did he do wrong? Why did she leave him?

“Urs?”

Urs rolled over on to his back and listened. He was sure he heard someone call his name.

“Urs.” someone said, knocking on the door.

It was Julianna. Urs got off the bed, quickly wiped his eyes dry and smoothed his hair down before answering the door.

“Are you okay?” Julianna asked, noticing his tear stained face. “David phoned me. He told me what happened at the airport, I just thought I would come and check on you.”

“I’m fine.” Urs replied, turning and heading back to the bed.

“Urs, you don’t have to lie to me.” Julianna said, as she sat down on the bed beside him. “I can see you’ve been crying. I know how much you love her and it’s obvious you’re hurting.”

“I just don’t understand it.” Urs said, as he leant forward and put his head between his hands. “Everything was fine before she left for the hospital.”

“Do you think someone said something to her.” Julianna questioned him. “You don’t think Marius has interfered again do you?”

“No.” Urs said, shaking his head, adamantly. “Marius knows what I’ll do to him if he went anywhere near her. I just have to face facts, she had seconds thoughts, she doesn’t love me.”

“I’m sure that’s not the case.” Julianna said, trying to comfort Urs. “She loves you. I saw the way she looked at you, there were definitely feelings there.”

“Were.” Urs replied, looking up. “They’re not there now, else she would never have left me. Kristina and I were over, before we even began.”

“I’m sure she still loves you, Urs.” Julianna said, placing her hand on his shoulder. “There’s got to be a perfectly good reason as to why she left. Why don’t we call her? I’m positive she doesn’t love Tyler.”

Julianna couldn’t help but notice the flash of jealousy in Urs’ eyes, at the mention of Tyler’s name before he masked it.

“Do you mind if you go now?” Urs said, looking at Julianna. “I really want to be by myself if you don’t mind.”

“Of course not.” Julianna said, hugging him. She could sense the growing discomfort between them. Urs didn’t want to talk about it anymore. “I should get going anyway. I’ve got lots of things to do. Call me if you need anything.”

“Thanks Julianna.” Urs said, forcing a smile.

As soon as Julianna had left, Urs couldn’t help but think about the situation he was in. Urs had thought about getting on a plane and going after her, but what was the point? What good would it do? His heart was screaming ‘Follow her’’ but his head was screaming ‘Forget her’. Kristina was a grown woman, he couldn’t drag her back here if it wasn’t what she wanted. Besides, they had to fly to Sweden in a couple of days to make a start on recording the album. It was hopeless.

Urs hung his head and placed it between his hands again. He could feel the tears welling up in his tired eyes. He was too weak to stop himself from crying and he ached all over, he hadn’t realised how tense and worked up he was. Urs laid back down on the bed, with a gnawing pain in his chest. He had felt this pain before, when he had said goodbye to Kristina at the airport in Paris and again at the hospital in New York. But this time it felt different; it felt final. Urs buried his head in the pillow and quietly cried to himself, wondering how on earth he would ever forget about Kristina, a woman that four years ago, had stolen his heart and now broken it.

***** CHAPTER 134 *****

The jet landed at Teterboro Airport, New Jersey; a small airstrip that was used for corporate and private operators. Kristina and Tyler collected their bags and put them in the boot of the car, one which Tyler had arranged to have waiting for them. Tyler opened the passenger door for Kristina, but before she got in to the car, she stopped and took a deep breath.

“Feeling any better?” Tyler asked, taking her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Much better.” Kristina said, truthfully. Surprisingly she had already found some relief, knowing that she was back home in New York and that very shortly, she would be able to see her family and friends again. “I can’t believe we’re back home.”

“Where did you want to go first?” Tyler asked.

“Why don’t you show us where we’re going to be staying?” Kristina replied. “We have to unpack and then if you’re up for it, I can introduce you to my parents.”

“Sounds like a great idea.” Tyler replied, smiling as Kristina got in to the car. He closed the door and walked around to the drivers side and got in. “I just hope they like me.”

“I‘m sure they‘ll love you.” Kristina replied, putting her seat belt on.

“Well what is there not to love about me?” Tyler grinned, before starting the engine and then putting his seat belt on. “I‘m charming, funny, incredibly good looking…”

“And you have an over inflated ego.” Kristina finished for him.

“Now that hurt.” Tyler pouted, pretending to look offended.

“I’m sure you’ll get over it.” Kristina smirked.

After about a thirty minute drive, Tyler slowed down and they pulled up outside a huge building.

“The Marmara Manhattan?” Kristina said, looking out the car window and reading the sign. “Tyler, isn’t this a hotel? Why are we staying here? It looks expensive.”

“It‘s not really what you would call a hotel.” Tyler replied, getting out of the car and holding the door open for her. “They prefer to call them Residential Suites and don‘t worry about the cost.”

“But you still haven‘t told me why we‘re staying here.” Kristina commented, stepping out of the car.

“I didn’t want to rent an apartment without us seeing it first.” Tyler replied. “I thought it would be easier to stay here and to be totally honest, I still wasn’t sure if you were going to come.”

“Well, I’m here, aren’t I?” Kristina said, smiling weakly.

“Yes you are and I‘m glad you‘re here.” Tyler said, taking her hand. “I think being back home will do you the world of good. Come on, let‘s go in.”

As they headed inside, Tyler gave his car keys to one of the employee’s of The Marmara Manhattan, and another employee bought their luggage in for them. While Tyler was sorting out the paperwork at the check in desk, Kristina couldn’t help gasp when she saw how much it was costing them to stay here.

“How many zero’s was that?” Kristina asked, after they had been shown to their suite. “Please tell me I need my eyes tested. I could‘ve sworn that said $11,000!”

“It did say $11,000.” Tyler replied, slipping off his jacket. “But that’s for a whole month.”

“I don’t care if it’s for a month.” Kristina said, shocked. “We can’t stay here, it’s too much.”

“You haven’t even looked around the place yet.” Tyler commented. “You might like it. Let me show you.”

“I take it you’ve stayed in these sort of places before.” Kristina said, as she followed Tyler.

“I like to live comfortably.” Tyler replied. “I can afford it, so why not?”

“There’s comfortable and there’s comfortable.” Kristina commented, looking around the suite. Each room seemed to come with every appliance imaginable, a hairdryer, DVD player, stereo, internet connection, cordless telephones and TV in every room and marble floors in the kitchen and bathroom. “I’ll admit it’s gorgeous, but I’m going to scared stiff I’ll break something. I don‘t want to touch anything.”

“Don’t worry, we’re insured.” Tyler laughed.

“Very funny.” Kristina smirked. “So which room would be mine?”

“You can have the master bedroom.” Tyler said, pointing to a door to their left. “Both bedroom’s have terraces but yours has a much better view.”

Kristina opened the door, to a warm sun filled room which was decorated in creams and pale yellows.”

“What do you think?” Tyler asked, as he walked over to some large glass doors on the far side of the room, which opened on to the terrace. “Do you like it?”

“I love it.” Kristina replied, following Tyler outside. She stood opened mouth, as she looked out across the New York skyline; the view was incredible. “I’m serious, we can’t stay here.”

“Why not?” Tyler asked. “I’ve told you money’s not a problem.”

“Tyler, it’s not just about the money.” Kristina replied. “I came here because of work and because… because I wanted to come home. This isn’t home for me. I need somewhere that I can call my own, that I can relax in. I just can‘t see that happening here.”

“So what do you want to do then?” Tyler asked. “Move out?”

“Do you mind?” Kristina said, biting her lip. “It’s just that… I can’t see myself being happy here. It’s a lovely place and I don’t mean to sound ungrateful but…”

“But it’s not home.” Tyler finished.

Kristina shook her head.

“Okay, tomorrow we have to start work at the new offices.” Tyler replied. “But I promise we’ll start looking for somewhere else to live, as soon as things quieten down. Perhaps we can start next weekend, is that alright?”

“That’s fine!” Kristina smiled, as she hugged him. “Thank you, Tyler.”

“You’re welcome.” Tyler said, lightly resting his chin on her head. “As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters.”

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Later that same day, Urs had checked out of the hotel and gone back to his apartment. He thought things would be a little easier if he were back home, but as he sat down and tried to eat something, all he could see was the image of Kristina sitting opposite him, dressed in jeans and his t-shirt. It seemed everywhere held some kind of memory for him and even though she was now several thousand miles away, he couldn’t escape from Kristina. He was already counting the hours, until he and the others would be in Sweden and he could get his head down and keep busy with recording the new album.

Urs pushed his plate away and leant back in the chair, his food hardly touched. As he sat there staring at the blank wall opposite him, he suddenly remembered Kristina’s ring. He had meant to give it back to her when she returned from the hospital; but now what was he supposed to do with it? Urs got up from his seat and walked over to the closet, taking out his leather jacket. He put his hands inside one of the pockets and pulled out Kristina’s ring. It was small and only just fit on to his little finger. Perhaps he should give it to Abigail or Carlos and ask them to return it, seeing as he had no idea where she was going to be living now. Urs went to take the ring off but stopped. He knew he had to forget about her, but he wasn’t ready to do that, not just yet. Urs made his hand in to a fist, he would keep the ring for a little while, just a few days and then he would ask Carlos to return it.

Urs jumped when the buzzer sounded for the lobby door and for a second Urs got his hopes up thinking it might be Kristina. But then sighed as he answered it, only to discover it was Natty. Urs wasn’t really up to talking to anyone but he was hoping that Natty might be able to shed some light on why Kristina left.

A couple of minutes later, Natty arrived outside Urs’ apartment door and he let her in.

“Hello Urs.” Natty said, quietly as she gave him a friendly hug. “Are you okay?”

“Hi Natty.” Urs replied, hugging her back. “And no I’m not okay. I hope you’re going to explain why she left.”

“I was hoping you could tell ‘me’.” Natty answered. “I got back to the house this morning to find a note but it didn’t say much and it didn’t explain why she was leaving.”

“Didn’t it give you any clue as to why she left?” Urs asked.

“No that’s why I’m here now.” Natty replied. “I know how much Kristina loves you and I don’t believe that she would leave willingly unless something had happened between you two. So what went wrong?”

“Everything was fine last night, right up until Kristina went to the hospital.” Urs replied. “The last time I saw her was when you and David were here. She said she loved me and now…” Urs took a deep breath. “What exactly did the note say?”

“She apologised to me, for leaving without saying a proper goodbye and that she would be in touch about selling the house when I leave.” Natty explained. “But she now knew that things wouldn’t work out between you two and that she was sticking to the original plan and going to New York with Tyler.”

“And that was it?” Urs asked. “She didn’t’ say anything else? Just that things wouldn’t work out?”

“That’s it.” Natty replied. “You know as much as me.”

“If you knew why she had gone, you would tell me wouldn’t you, Natty?” Urs said, suddenly wondering if she was holding something back. “I know you’re good friends but you wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”

“Urs, if I knew something I would let you know.” Natty replied. “But if Kristina told me not to tell you, then obviously I would respect her wishes. But I can honestly say, I have no idea why she took off so suddenly.”

“So you haven’t spoken to her?” Urs asked.

“No, not yet.” Natty replied. “I tried her mobile but there’s no reply.”

“That’s because she left it here last night.” Urs said, nodding at the phone, that was now on his bedside table. “When I woke up and saw she wasn’t here, the first thing I did was call her mobile.”

“So now what happens?” Natty asked. “Are you going to follow her to New York?”

“Like some lost puppy?” Urs said, raising his eyebrows. “I don’t think so. If she doesn’t think it will work, I’m not going to waste any more time, trying to convince her otherwise. Besides, we have to go to Sweden in a couple of days to start recording the new album. She’s already messed up my life, I‘m not going to let her start messing up my career as well.”

“I’m sorry for the way things have turned out, Urs.” Natty apologised. “I really thought that you two would always be together.”

“Yeah, me too.” Urs said faintly, as he put his hands in his pockets and turned to look out the window. “

“Urs, what do I say when Kristina contacts me?” Natty asked. “I mean… did you want me to give her a message?”

Urs thought about it for a moment. There was plenty he wanted to say, he wanted to tell her how much he still loved her, that it was killing him not being with her, not knowing what he had done wrong and that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. But it would fall on deaf ears. She obviously cared more for Tyler than she did him.

“Just tell her that I hope she’s very happy with her new life.” Urs said, quietly. “And I wish her and Tyler all the best.”

“Urs surely you don’t mean…” Natty started to say.

“I’ve got nothing else to say to her, Natty.” Urs interrupted. “If she wants to be with Tyler, then I just hope she’s made the right choice, for all our sakes.”

“Me too.” Natty murmured.

“Natty, I don‘t mean to be rude, but I‘d really like to be on my own for a bit.” Urs said, looking round at Natty.

“Okay, I understand.” Natty replied. “If there‘s anything you need just give me a call but I’ll be going back home to New York myself later this week.”

“Oh?” Urs said, a little surprised. “To see Krissy?”

“No, I’ve almost finished recording my album.” Natty explained. “So I’ll be going home but no doubt I will meet up with Kristina, we live pretty close. That’s assuming she’s staying in Manhattan.”

“Oh.” Urs said, looking back out the window.

“Urs, are you sure there’s nothing else you want me to tell her?” Natty asked again. “Or perhaps there’s something a little more private that you would like to put in a letter. I could pass it on to her or you could give it to Abigail. I‘m sure she would forward it on to Kristina.”

“I don’t know what else to say.” Urs shrugged.

“Tell her how you feel” Natty suggested. “Tell her you love her, that you miss her, that you want her to come back.”

Urs was about to say something but Natty interrupted him.

“Don’t deny it.” Natty replied, as she headed for the door. “I’ve told you before, not a lot gets past me and it’s pretty damn obvious that you still love her and even though her recent actions say different, I’m absolutely positive Kristina still loves you.”

“Maybe I do still love her.” Urs said following Natty to the door. “But as for her loving me, I seriously doubt it.”

“There’s only one to find out.” Natty said, opening the door. “There’s only one way to find out if she really loves you.”

“And what way is that?” Urs asked, curiously.

“Why don’t you ask her ‘the’ all important question?” Natty suggested.

Urs frowned, when he didn’t understand what Natty was hinting at.

“What question?” Urs asked.

“Marriage.” Natty replied.

“Marriage?” Urs whispered. “You mean ask her to marry me?”

“You’re quick aren’t you!” Natty giggled. “If Kristina really loves you, I don’t see how she can say no. I’ll call you before I leave London, Urs.”

“Yeah… okay.” Urs mumbled, as he closed the door after Natty had left.

Marriage. That was a ‘big’ word. Urs wanted to spend the rest of his natural life with Kristina, but marriage was just something that had never crossed his mind. His own father had walked out on his mother when he was young and he didn’t hold much respect for marriage; after all if two people were truly committed to each other, what difference would a piece of paper make? But perhaps Kristina had different beliefs and values, maybe she did want to get married one day. But if he asked her, would she say yes? It was a risk he was seriously considering, he just didn’t know how to go about it; and he didn‘t know if he could handle another knock back from Kristina. Urs had convinced himself earlier this morning that he was better off without Kristina but if there was the slightest chance that he and Kristina could be together….

***** CHAPTER 135 ***** Part 1

Just over a week later; Carlos, David, Sebastien and Urs arrived in Stockholm and had already made a start on recording their new album, with renowned songwriter and producer, Per Magnusson. Abigail had wanted to come with Carlos but he insisted she stay in London for at least a week or two and catch up on rest. Abigail hadn’t been happy with Carlos’ decision, but he said it was for the best and that she would probably be on her own a lot of the time and he didn’t want her to be bored. So Abigail was resigned to the fact that she would have to stay in London for two weeks at the most, but as soon as she got the all clear from the Doctor, she was going to join Carlos in Sweden.

As promised, Natty had called Urs before she left London. Urs had asked after Kristina, wanting to know if Natty had heard from her. She had suggested meeting up for lunch somewhere, but Urs had declined, saying he wasn’t feeling very sociable. So Natty told him all she knew, but again it wasn’t very much. Kristina had given Natty her new mobile number and an address, albeit temporary. When she asked Kristina why she had left, Kristina said it wasn’t something she felt comfortable talking about at this moment in time and Natty could hear that she was clearly upset by it, so she didn’t push the matter any further. After Natty had told Urs all she knew, they said their goodbyes over the phone.

Urs sat on the tube train, on his way to the recording studio and looked at the piece of paper in his hand. It was Kristina’s new mobile number and her temporary address. Natty had given them to him over the phone, without Kristina‘s knowledge, hoping that he would put them to good use. Urs had heard of the Marmara Manhattan, so he knew exactly what sort of lifestyle Kristina would be living. Tyler was obviously wealthier than Urs had first thought. Urs wondered what sort of life he could offer Kristina. If this new project of Simon’s fell through, he would have to go back to his old career, and his salary would probably be mere pocket money to Tyler. Is that why she left with Tyler, the thought of all that money was just too tempting for her? No, Urs didn’t think Kristina was that type of person, and besides, Natty said that it wasn’t a factor; it was because Tyler was the first man she had taken any interest in since him and David and she didn‘t want to miss her chance of being happy again. But why leave? He could‘ve made her so much happier than Tyler ever could. Urs sighed in frustration. He was tempted to call Kristina, to find out why she left but he couldn’t find the words or the courage, plus he was still troubled by his earlier conversation with Natty.

Ever since Natty had put the idea of marriage in his head, Urs hadn’t been able to think about anything else. He had spent every waking minute thinking about it, but still hadn’t been able to come to a decision. Urs really didn’t think marriage was for him, but if it showed Kristina how much he loved her and how committed to her he was, then perhaps, just perhaps he would ask her. The more and more he thought about it, the more confused he became. Sometimes he thought proposing to Kristina was a crazy idea; after all she had left him without even explaining why. If he proposed and she accepted, what was to stop them getting married, only for her to walk out on him? Over the years, Urs had often pictured himself and Kristina together. But now it was different, now he was imagining them being married with a family, celebrating wedding anniversaries and the birth of their children. Urs couldn’t stop the huge smile that appeared on his face; he longed for a family, a big family. Urs had grown up with one brother and three sisters and he was thankful for having such a wonderful family. They were happy and they were loved and that’s how it would be if he and Kristina ever had children. What was he thinking? He and Kristina weren’t even together any more so why was he even thinking about a future with her? He couldn’t help it, the images came so easily to him; he would be sitting on a bed, next to Kristina and a nurse would carefully place the small warm body of his son or daughter in his arms. Even though it was all still a daydream, Urs could feel his heart swell with pride, knowing that he would be responsible for that tiny person, that he would be their father. It was something Urs wanted so badly, a family of his own, a house full of noisy boys and beautiful little girls who would giggle just like their mother, a woman whom he loved passionately.

The train jolted as it came to a halt and Urs was brought back to reality. He got out of the carriage and started making his way to the studio. The cobblestone streets made it hard for him to walk with his crutches, but he had insisted on making his own way there, he needed time to himself; although perhaps next time he would go back to taking a taxi, like the other guys.

As he continued on, Urs went back to thinking about his predicament. Urs had to be realistic about this. Marriage wasn’t something to take lightly and he still had to decide if it was for him. Yet what would be so bad about getting married? It wouldn’t change the way he felt about her. Was he slowly coming around to the idea that maybe it wasn’t so bad after all? Perhaps, but he wasn’t going to rush things. For now, he had to concentrate on the album, that was the whole reason he was in Stockholm.

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Kristina walked out on to the terrace and looked out at the view. It certainly was amazing and she would miss it when they finally moved. She and Tyler had been in Manhattan for just over a week now. After Tyler had shown her around the suite and they had unpacked their cases, Kristina had driven them to her parents place, where she introduced them to Tyler. They had all got on brilliantly, laughing and joking and Kristina was beginning to think that things might just work out between them and that she really could be happy with Tyler.

But little doubts started to pop up in her head the very next day. After spending her first night in Manhattan, Kristina had woken up feeling safe knowing that she was back home near her family, yet somehow lost, knowing that she was so far away from Urs. She had to stop thinking like that; she had to stop thinking of Urs full stop. Her new life was with Tyler and Urs wasn’t a part of it anymore. Kristina had more than enough to keep her busy. Her treatment had started two days after they had arrived, and she was now on a course of steroids, which had some side affects, so she wasn‘t feeling on top of the world right now.

Tyler had also kept his promise and earlier that weekend, they had gone to look for an apartment, yet so far, Kristina hadn‘t seen anything that caught her attention. But Kristina was slowly getting used to living somewhere that she considered ‘pretentious’ although she still insisted that they couldn’t stay there. Surprisingly, Kristina also found it very easy to live with Tyler. Considering they had still only known each other a few weeks, they seemed to get along perfectly and adjusted to each other’s little habits and mannerisms very well.

In a matter of days they had slipped in to a routine. Tyler was usually up before Kristina so he would shower first. Kristina was always hungry when she woke up, so while Tyler was showering, she would prepare breakfast. Then afterwards, while Kristina showered and got ready for work, Tyler would clear things away. After work, they would come home and both prepare dinner and talk about the days events over their meal. Neither of them ever mentioned Urs, Il Divo or London, it was a subject that neither of them wanted to bring up for fear of spoiling things.

Kristina was so lost in her thoughts, that she didn’t hear Natty at the door. It was only when reception had called her, to let her know that Natty was on her way back up.

“Sorry, Natty.” Kristina apologised, when she finally opened the door. “I was out on the terrace, I didn’t hear you.”

“Must be some view.” Natty replied. “But don’t worry, I was only standing out there for a few minutes.”

“Can I get you something to drink?” Kristina asked, as she led Natty in to the kitchen.

“Coffee would be great.” Natty replied, following her.

“Ask a stupid question.” Kristina giggled. “I got some in especially for you.”

“You seem happy.” Natty commented. “Does that mean things are going well with you and Tyler?”

“Things are going great.” Kristina replied, switching the kettle on. “Why wouldn’t they be?”

“It’s just an observation, that’s all.” Natty replied, as she followed Kristina out of the kitchen.

“Tell me what you think of this view.” Kristina said, showing Natty in to the master bedroom and opening the door on to the terrace.

“Absolutely breath taking.” Natty replied. “Why on earth would you want to leave here?”

“It’s just not me.” Kristina answered. “It’s okay to stay here for a few days, maybe weeks but not to live here permanently.”

“I can understand that.” Natty replied. “But what about Tyler? Is he okay about moving?”

“He seems to be.” Kristina said, leaning on the balcony wall. “He said that as long as I‘m happy, that‘s all that matters.”

“And are you happy?” Natty asked. “I don’t just mean about moving out of here but are ‘really’ happy? I want an honest answer, Kristina.”

“Yes I’m happy.” Kristina said, thoughtfully. “I know it won’t be anything like it was with…” Kristina paused; she couldn’t even bring herself to say his name.

“With Urs?” Natty finished.

Kristina nodded her head.

“Tyler’s a sweet man.” Kristina said, smiling. “We’re good for each other and he’s always been there for me.”

“So has Urs.” Natty replied. “Or have you forgotten that?”

“I haven’t forgotten.” Kristina said, looking out over the horizon. “But when it came to it, he didn’t want to know.”

“What do you mean?” Natty asked.

“It doesn’t matter.” Kristina replied, pushing herself off the balcony wall and heading back to the kitchen. “Forget I said anything.”

“No, please tell me.” Natty pleaded, following her. “What did you mean by that comment? Does it have to do with why you left so suddenly?”

Kristina didn’t answer. She unplugged the kettle and made the coffee before taking out a bottle of chilled water from the fridge.

“Kristina?” Natty said, sitting down at the table. “What happened?”

Chapter 135 Part 2


Kristina picked up their drinks and placed the steaming mug of coffee in front of Natty as she sat down beside her.

“Please tell me.” Natty said, picking up a spoon and stirring her coffee. “Perhaps I can help.”

“I know you mean well, but this is something that can’t be fixed.” Kristina said, finally. “It’s best that we just leave things as they are.”

“Okay, but will you please just tell me what happened?” Natty replied. “Urs was ever so upset when he found out you had gone. I think he‘s waiting for some kind of explanation, he has no idea what he‘s done wrong.”

“Urs was upset?” Kristina spluttered, almost choking on her water. “He has no idea what he’s done? Are you serious?”

“Of course I am.” Natty said, frowning at Kristina‘s reaction. “He loves you and he thought you loved him. He can’t understand why you left.”

“What exactly has he told you?” Kristina asked. “Because it sounds as if he’s been telling you lies.”

“He told me that he woke up and you hadn’t come back to the hotel.” Natty answered. “He tried ringing your mobile but you’d left it in his room. So then he went to David who then got Angie to drive them all to the airport.”

“Hang on.” Kristina interrupted. “Urs went to the airport? Why?”

“Well from what I understand, he wanted to talk to you.” Natty replied. “He wanted to stop you from leaving.”

“But Urs was the one that told me to leave!” Kristina exclaimed.

“What?” Natty said, confused. “He actually said that?”

“Okay, not in so many words.” Kristina said, looking down at her hands. “But that night, when I came back from the hospital, he had left a note for me with reception.”

“What did it say?” Natty asked.

“It said ‘sorry’.” Kristina replied.

“And?” Natty replied. “What else?”

“That was it.” Kristina answered. “A note saying ‘Sorry’ and a red M&M inside the envelope.”

Natty frowned, utterly confused as to why a red M&M would be in the envelope. Kristina saw the look on confusion on her face.

“Earlier that night, Urs had given me a choice between a red and a blue M&M.” Kristina explained. “I was to take the blue one if I wanted to stay in London and give our relationship a go.”

“And the red one?” Natty asked.

“And the red one…” Kristina took a deep breath. “If I took the red one, we would say goodbye, forget everything that had happened and we would never have to see each other again.”

“And which one did you choose?” Natty asked.

“I chose the blue one of course.” Kristina said, smiling briefly, as she remembered how Urs had practically dragged her to his hotel room; not that she needed much convincing.

“So why did Urs send the red one?” Natty asked.

“It was after I came back from the hospital.” Kristina replied. “Don’t you remember? I wrote that letter to Urs, explaining all about my illness, that I still needed treatment for my kidney, that I could lose my sight. I gave him a choice, just like he gave me. He chose the red M&M.”

“So that’s what you meant about Tyler always being there for you?” Natty commented.

“Yes.” Kristina replied. “I guess when it came to it, it was too much for Urs to deal with.”

“But that doesn’t explain why Urs would lie to me.” Natty replied. “Did he think that I wouldn’t find out the truth? He had me believe that you had walked out on him, without any kind of explanation.”

“I didn’t walk out on him.” Kristina said, beginning to get a little frustrated that Urs had put the blame on her. “I did as he asked.”

“Does Tyler know what happened?” Natty asked. “Have you told him any of this?”

“I think he knows that something went on.” Kristina replied. “But I haven’t told him a thing. We both just want to forget about that part of our life and move on.”

“I’m sorry.” Natty said, frowning.

“What on earth for?” Kristina asked. “You haven’t done anything wrong.”

“If I hadn’t talked you in to writing that letter you and Urs might still be together.” Natty replied.

“Maybe.” Kristina answered. “But like you said, he had to know the truth sooner or later. I don‘t blame you for any of this, okay?”

“Yes but…” Natty started to say.

“Hey, forget it. These things happen for a reason.” Kristina said, smiling as she got up from her seat. “We can’t have everything in life, it’s just something that I’ll have to accept.”

Natty smiled weakly as she watched Kristina walk over to the sink and rinse out her mug. She knew Kristina was trying to put on a brave face, so that she didn’t feel bad. But Natty couldn’t help feeling that she was to blame. If she hadn’t talked Kristina in to writing Urs that letter and if she hadn’t given it to reception, things might have turned out differently. If they had talked face to face, maybe they could’ve sorted things out rather than parting without even saying goodbye. Yet Kristina was right, either way Urs had to know the truth and it still didn‘t change the fact that he couldn‘t deal with her illness. It saddened Natty, that after everything Kristina and Urs had gone through, that something like this should keep them apart. But perhaps Kristina had made the right choice and she really was better off with Tyler, someone who could give her both love and support.

***** CHAPTER 136 *****



Kristina woke with a start and sat up in bed. Her breathing was heavy, her cheeks were damp with tears and a light sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead. For the past week now, she had woken up exactly the same way, after having the same dream night after night.



Kristina laid back down on the bed and closed her eyes. She was tired but sleep seemed to evade her. Instead she would lay awake for hours, thinking about Urs and wondering what her life would be like if she had been honest with him from the start. When she finally managed to fall asleep, she was troubled by dreams of Urs. Kristina would dream that everything had gone differently that night between her and Urs and that they were still together. They would fall asleep, holding each other but then she would wake up and find Urs gone. She would spot him in the distance and hear him calling her name and so she would start walking to meet him. But he would start to walk away from her, so her walk now became a trot and then a run, and all the time the distance between them never closed. So she would run faster and faster, until she tripped and fell over. When she looked up Urs would be gone and that’s when Kristina would wake up.



It had now been three months since Kristina and Tyler had arrived in New York. They had moved out of the Marmara Manhattan after only two weeks, when Kristina and Tyler found somewhere that they both liked and were lucky enough to move in to it immediately. But Kristina was still finding things hard. She had the feeling that no matter where she stayed, she would never be able to settle. Physically she might be in New York, but her heart was still in London, with Urs.



Kristina glanced at the clock on the nightstand beside her, it read 12:10pm. She had overslept again and it was starting to become a habit. She then noticed a small piece of paper neatly folded up, leaning against the clock. Kristina got up and sat on the edge of the bed and read the note that Tyler had left her. She smiled as she read it. He knew that she’d had another restless night, so he had turned her alarm off and told her not to bother going in to work. Tyler had been wonderful these past few weeks, taking time off to go with her for every single hospital appointment, making sure that she wasn’t overloaded with work, she didn‘t need to ask for anything, Tyler had everything covered. Kristina only had to sneeze and he would worry about her but he was slowly getting used to what symptoms he should be watching out for, rather than worrying about every cough or sneeze.



Kristina got up from the edge of the bed and headed towards the bathroom. She turned on the shower and while waiting for the water to warm up, she looked at herself in the mirror. Sometimes she wondered what Tyler ever saw in her. She looked pale and tired and just lately she had been moody and irritable. Tyler put it down to her being ill, but Kristina knew there was more to it than that; she was missing Urs. Kristina turned her head to the side a little and looked at her neck. She lightly ran her fingers over the spot where Urs had kissed her, smiling to herself as she remembered the events of that night, when Urs had left his mark on her. The mark had long since gone, but for days after it had first happened, Kristina had covered it up with make up, so that Tyler wouldn’t notice it; but Kristina could still remember exactly where it had been.



Kristina shook her head, scolding herself for thinking of Urs yet again. She had to stop doing this, it was unhealthy; she was acting like someone obsessed. Kristina slipped off her night shirt before stepping under the warm jets of water, wishing that she could wash away all thoughts of Urs. But yet again, she started to think about him.



After their first night in their new ‘home’ Kristina had wondered how she would ever forget about Urs. She thought coming home to New York would solve all her problems but as the weeks went on, she realised things weren’t going to run as smoothly as she thought.



The days were fine, as long as she could be kept busy. She needed to keep busy, to take her mind off Urs; he was all she could think about. Kristina thought the nights would be easier, she could sleep and not have to worry about thinking of Urs; instead she dreamt of him. That’s when she started having the recurring dreams. After waking up from the dreams, it would leave her feeling odd and upset. It would distract her for the rest of the day.



Kristina appreciated Tyler letting her sleep in, but it wasn’t the first time he had done this. Each time it would meant that she was left on her own with her thoughts of Urs which wasn‘t good. She would torture herself mentally, thinking about every moment she had been with him, remembering the look in his eyes. She now knew that the look in his eyes really was one of love, for her. As the warm water washed over her, she closed her eyes, remembering the sound of his laugh, the way dimples appeared at the corners of his mouth each time he smiled. Several tears escaped as she continued to think of Urs, sighing as she remembered how his skin felt against hers, how soft his kisses were, how she melted at his touch. She couldn’t go on thinking like this, she had to forget about Urs; but how?



It wasn’t long before Kristina had finished showering and she had just got dressed when someone pressed the buzzer for the door. Kristina answered it, to find someone from the reception downstairs with a parcel addressed to her. As she headed in to the lounge, she noticed it had a Cavendish stamp on it, Kristina then recognised the handwriting as being Angie’s. Kristina opened the large envelope to find a DVD inside along with a letter. Apparently it had the finished version of the Mama video on it. Kristina was in two minds whether she should watch the DVD but it was too much of a temptation; Kristina had to see him, she had to hear his voice. Kristina put the DVD in the machine and picked up the remote before pressing the play button and sitting down in front of the television.



By the time it had finished, Kristina had tears streaming down her face. She didn’t realise that seeing and hearing Urs again would have such an effect on her. She couldn’t even bring herself to listen to her iPod since leaving London, not knowing how she would react to his voice; but now she knew. As soon as Urs appeared on the screen, she had held her breath while the camera focused on his face, his eyes, his mouth. She smiled at the scene of Urs sitting in the barbers chair, remembering how he had caught her looking at him and winked at her, catching her off guard so that she had almost choked on her drink. As the video went on, Kristina couldn’t help glancing at his body, as he picked up his coat from the back of a chair and slung it over his shoulder. As soon as the video ended, Kristina got up from the couch and pressed the play button again as she knelt down on the floor in front of the television.



Kristina pressed the pause button, as the camera zoomed out to show Urs sitting in the barbers chair and focused on his face again. She put her hand up to the screen and lightly ran a finger over his lips. To think that a few weeks ago, she had kissed that mouth, she had lovingly touched that body, she had held him tightly, not wanting to ever let go of him, wanting to spend the rest of her life with him. Seeing the video had brought back so many memories; the castle where they had sat together on the wall, holding hands and then later on spending the night asleep in his arms. She missed him so much. Kristina turned off the television and placed the remote back on the cabinet before wiping her eyes.



“Kristina?” a voice said softly.



Kristina jumped at the sound of the voice.



“Tyler!” Kristina said, quickly getting to her feet. “I didn’t hear you come in.”



“I’m sorry.” Tyler apologised, as he appeared in the doorway. “I wasn’t sure if you would still be asleep, I didn’t want to wake you.”



“It’s okay.” Kristina said, leaning up and lightly placing a kiss on his lips. “Anyway, what are you doing here at this time?”



“I thought I’d take the afternoon off and spend it with you.” Tyler replied, hugging her. “The office can do with out me for a while and besides, it isn’t all that busy with Christmas almost here. People are going away for the holidays.”



“Oh so you’ve got nothing better to do, is that it?” Kristina joked. “That’s the only reason you’ve come home.”



“You know very well, that’s not true.” Tyler said, pulling away and looking down at her. “It’s just that I don’t like the thought of you being here all on your own.” Tyler then noticed her red eyes. “Have you been crying?”



Kristina lowered her eyes to the floor.



“Kristina?” Tyler said, worriedly. “Is everything alright?”



“Everything’s fine.” Kristina replied. “I just… I‘m just missing Abigail, that‘s all.”



“Are you sure that‘s all that‘s bothering you?” Tyler asked. “You’ve changed so much these last few weeks.”



“Tyler, I’m fine, really I am.” Kristina sighed, reaching up and gently caressing his cheek.



“I’m worried about you though.” Tyler replied, wrapping his arms around her.



“You don’t need to be worried about me.” she muttered, as she rested her head against his chest.



Tyler lightly grasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger and forced her to look at him.



“But I ‘am’ worried about you.” Tyler frowned. “You hardly go out anymore. When your friends invite you somewhere, you turn them down and just lately, you haven’t even been answering their calls. I don’t want you to end up like some kind of… recluse.”



“I just don’t feel like going out.” Kristina replied, pulling away from him and walking towards the bedroom. “That‘s not a crime, is it?”



“Of course it’s not, Kristina.” Tyler said, following her. “But you have to admit, it’s not like you. I was thinking maybe… maybe you should talk to someone.”



“Talk to someone?” Kristina said, spinning round and glaring at him. “You think I‘m losing it? You want me to see a therapist?”



“But it might help.” Tyler explained. “I don’t think you’re coping very well. Perhaps we could ask the hospital if you could see a counsellor.”



“Just leave it.” Kristina snapped. “I don’t need to talk to anyone, about anything. I just need people to stop fussing over me and leave me alone.”



“I’m sorry, Kristina.” Tyler apologised. “But like I said, I’m worried about you.”



“And I said there’s no need to be!” Kristina replied, standing in the doorway of her bedroom. “I‘m going to take a nap.”



“Krissy wait a minute, we need to talk…” Tyler started to say.



“What did you say?” Kristina muttered.



“I said we need to talk.” Tyler replied.



“No, you… you called me Krissy.” she mumbled.



“I’m sorry, I….” Tyler paused. “I didn’t mean to.”



“I’ve got a headache and I’m tired.” Kristina said, tearfully. “I’m going to have a lie down.”



As Kristina quietly closed the door, Tyler mentally kicked himself for calling her Krissy. He didn’t even realise he’d said it, it just came out. He knew why it had upset her, the last person to call her Krissy was Urs. Tyler walked in to the lounge and stood in the doorway; that’s when he noticed the empty package on the arm of the sofa with a note. Tyler picked it up and read the note from Angie. He looked at the DVD player and saw the power light was on, so he picked up the television remote and turned it on. Staring back at him was Urs.

***** CHAPTER 137 *****

Tyler walked out of the lounge and headed straight for Kristina’s room.

“Kristina.” he said, lightly tapping on her bedroom door.

Kristina didn’t reply.

“Kristina.” Tyler said a little louder, knocking harder this time.

“What is it?” Kristina said, finally.

“We need to talk, Kristina.” Tyler said, opening her door to find her laying on the bed

“Can’t it wait?” Kristina said, sitting up. “I told you, I’m tired.”

“No, it can’t wait.” Tyler said, walking towards her. “We have to talk right now.”

“Tyler, I’m really not in the mood.” Kristina replied.

“I don’t care.” Tyler said, now standing alongside the bed. “We’ve been avoiding this for weeks.”

“Avoiding what?” Kristina frowned.

“Let me show you.” Tyler said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her to her feet.

“Tyler!” Kristina said, wincing. “You’re hurting me.”

“Yeah? Well, you're not the only one that's hurting, Kristina.” Tyler replied, pulling her in to the lounge.

“I don’t understand.” Kristina said, trying to loosen his grip on her wrist. “What are you talking about?”

Tyler let go of Kristina’s wrist and pushed her in to the lounge so that she was now standing in front of the television. She looked at the screen and saw Urs. As she continued to stare at the screen, she could feel the tears beginning to prick the backs of her eyes.

“Care to explain?” Tyler asked. “Or is that a stupid question?”

“Tyler I…” Kristina choked on her tears as she looked at Tyler and then back at the screen.

“Is he why you’re upset? Are you missing lover boy?” Tyler said, sarcastically. “You let me believe that you‘re not coping with your illness, when all the time you‘re pining over him.”

“Tyler, please don’t be like this.” Kristina begged, quickly wiping her eyes as a tear rolled down her cheek.

“Like what?” Tyler snapped. “I’ve been bloody reasonable up until now. I’ve been patient and understanding. I’ve done everything I can to make things easier for you.”

“I know and I appreciate it.” Kristina said, truthfully. “Really I do.”

“Do you love him?” Tyler asked, staring at Kristina.

“Tyler, please let’s not talk about him.” Kristina said, tearfully. “I told you, I want to forget him.”

“Do you still love him?” Tyler said again, firmly.

“I… I….” Kristina hesitated.

“You do, don’t you.” Tyler snapped.

“I don’t, I…” Kristina stuttered.

“Why the hell do you keep lying to me, Kristina?” Tyler hissed. “For once in your life, tell the truth.”

“Tyler!” Kristina exclaimed, surprised at the change in him. “Please.”

“Oh don't bother.” Tyler said, throwing his hands in the air. “We both know that you’ll keep denying it. But why can’t you be honest with me for once? Just tell me that you don’t feel the same way about me, as I do about you. Stop leading me on, stop letting me think that we could have any kind of relationship.”

“But we can still have a relationship.” Kristina said, approaching Tyler. “I’m here with you now aren't I? I care for you a lot, Tyler. Surely you know that.”

“It’s not a proper relationship though, is it?” Tyler replied.

“You mean because we haven’t slept together?” Kristina said, faintly.

“I’m not talking about sex, Kristina.” Tyler replied. “That side of the relationship has never bothered me. I would never pressure you in to anything you weren’t ready for. But it’s obvious you’re never going to be truly committed to this relationship. That’s why I think we need to make a decision.”

“What do you mean?” Kristina asked weakly.

“I don’t think either of us are happy with where this relationship is going are we?” Tyler said, quietly.

“I’m happy.” Kristina said, forcing a smile. “Things are just… hard for me sometimes.”

“But it’s not just sometimes, Kristina” Tyler said, running his fingers through his hair. “It’s all the time and I don‘t know how much more I can take.”

“I’m sorry.” Kristina said, weakly, sitting down in one of the arm chairs.

“Kristina, I… .” Tyler knelt down in front of Kristina. “I never thought I would hear myself say this, but... but I think we should stop seeing each other.”

“What?” Kristina asked, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Why?”

“Kristina please, we both know why.” Tyler replied, sighing.

“Are you serious?” Kristina asked. “You really want to end it?”

“I think it’s best.” Tyler said, sadly as he got to his feet. “This relationship isn’t doing either of us any good. I don‘t think there‘s any point in continuing with it.”

“Can we talk about this first?” Kristina pleaded, getting up from the chair.

“It’s too late, Kristina.” Tyler said, frowning. “We should have talked about this a long time ago but instead I chose to ignore it. I was stupid to think that if we moved to New York it would solve everything.”

“But it could still work, just give it a chance.” Kristina said, placing her hand on his arm. “Yes I still love him, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings for you, Tyler. We’ve grown so close these last few weeks.”

“I‘ll let you stay here for as long as you want and I‘ll move back to the Marmara tonight.” Tyler replied, ignoring her comment.

“Tyler please don’t talk like this.” Kristina said, sadly. “We just need more time.”

“Don’t worry about work.” Tyler continued. “There’s another office in Los Angeles that my father wants me to look at. You can stay here at the New York office, or if you’d rather go back to London, I’ll understand.”

“You’ve really given this some thought, haven’t you?” Kristina said, tearfully.

“I’m sorry, Kristina.” Tyler murmured. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“But you said you would never leave me.” Kristina said, as she started to quietly cry. “You said you’d always be with me. You’re just like him.”

“Like who?” Tyler asked, confused.

“Urs, you’re just like Urs.” Kristina said, wiping her eyes. “He said he would be with me every step of the way but when it came to it, he couldn’t do it.”

“But Urs didn’t love you, Kristina.” Tyler said, softly. “He doesn’t care for you like I do.”

“But he does, Tyler.” Kristina crying again. “Marius lied to me. I finally found out the truth, I found out that I don't look anything like Aimee.”

“When… when did you find this out?” Tyler mumbled.

“The night of the ball.” Kristina replied. “So you see, Urs really does love me. But just like you, he backed out when things got too hard.”

“Don’t you ever compare me to him.” Tyler said, glaring at Kristina. “Everything I’ve done for you has been out of love. It‘s you that‘s done this, not me.”

“But I’m not the one ending the relationship.” Kristina cried. “You’re just looking for a way out.”

“You know that’s not true.” Tyler said, turning away from her. “You’re just saying that because you're upset.”

“So why are you doing this?” Kristina asked. “Why are you ending it?”

“I’ve already told you why.” Tyler replied, putting his jacket on and walking in to the hall. “You’re not over Urs and I don’t think you ever will be. I can‘t compete with that.”

“I’ve told you to forget about him, so why do you keep bringing Urs in to this?” Kristina asked, following him.

“Because he’s the problem, Kristina. Moving to New York was a waste of time. We've never mentioned his name but he's still here with us.” Tyler said, tapping his forehead. “Every morning I wake up wondering if it’s me you really want to be with and now I know.”

“Where are you going?” Kristina asked. “You’re not leaving now are you?”

“I’m going for a walk.” Tyler replied, opening the front door. “I need to be on my own for a while and I think we both need some time out. I‘ll be back later.”

Kristina didn’t know what to say as she watched Tyler step outside in to the corridor and close the door behind him. She now felt more alone and upset than ever before; but most of all, she felt angry. Kristina walked in to the lounge, only to see Urs’ face still on the screen staring back at her. Kristina continued to stare at the screen, her breathing became more rapid, her temper slowly rising. This was Urs' doing, this was all his fault. He had ended their relationship after only a few hours because he was a coward, he was too weak and couldn't keep his promise to her. And now he had ruined her only other chance of happiness with Tyler. Kristina looked down at the floor as her eyes filled with tears again. She then looked across at the coffee table beside her, on it was a glass ornament; she picked it up.

“I hate you!” she screamed, as she threw it at the television with all her might. The glass ornament hit the screen; the television exploded in a flash, sending a shower of sparks and tiny shards of glass in to the air.

“I hate you.” she sobbed, falling to her knees. “I hate you.”

***** CHAPTER 138 *****

As Tyler put his key in the door and walked in to the apartment, the first thing he noticed was the acrid burning smell. He closed the door and rushed in to the lounge to find Kristina kneeling down on the floor sweeping up broken glass.

“What the hell happened?” Tyler asked, quickly taking his jacket off, as he looked at the mess in the lounge.

“Nothing.” Kristina said, as she continued to sweep up, not even bothering to look at Tyler.

“It doesn’t look like nothing.” Tyler said, walking over to where Kristina was.

“I let my temper get the better of me, okay?” Kristina snapped. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you the money to replace it.”

“I’m not bothered about that.” Tyler said, kneeling down beside her. “Are you okay?”

“What do you think?” Kristina coldly.

“I meant have you cut yourself?” Tyler replied. “There’s glass everywhere. Let me do that.”

“Don’t touch me!” Kristina said, pulling away, as Tyler went to take the dustpan and brush from her. “I can do it myself.”

“I’m just trying to help.” Tyler frowned.

“If you want to help, then leave me alone.” Kristina said, standing up.

“Kristina, please” Tyler said, quickly getting to his feet and blocking her way.

“Get out of my way!” Kristina hissed, pushing past him and heading for the kitchen.

“Why are you being like this?” Tyler asked, following Kristina.

“Now who’s asking the stupid questions!” Kristina spat, as she opened the pedal bin and noisily emptied the dustpan and its contents in to it. “Have you forgotten that you’ve just ended our relationship?”

“Kristina, please, it‘s for the best.” Tyler explained, as Kristina bent down and put the dustpan back in the cupboard.

“For you maybe, but what about me?” Kristina said, spinning round and glaring at him. “Have you thought about me?”

“I’m thinking of both of us, Kristina.” Tyler replied. “We can’t carry on like this, pretending that everything’s okay. We both know it’s not going to work.”

“But it’s only been a few weeks.” Kristina replied, turning her back on him as she opened another cupboard and took out a clean glass. “You haven’t even given us a chance.”

“Kristina it’s been three months.” Tyler said, quietly. “I wasn’t expecting miracles to happen in that time, but things have slowly got worse, not better.”

“How can you say that?” Kristina asked, raising her voice. “Things have been fine. We’ve been getting on brilliantly, we haven’t argued once and work is going great.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” Tyler replied. “I’m not talking about us, I’m talking about you, Kristina. I know you‘re not happy.”

“How would you know?” Kristina snapped, banging the glass down on the counter. “Have you even bothered to ask me how I feel about all this? No, you’ve just decided that ’it’s for the best’ and that I should be happy with your decision.”

“I’m not stupid, Kristina.” Tyler said, gently taking hold of her arm. “I don’t have to ask you if you’re happy. It’s quite obvious that you’re not.”

“You’re imagining things.” Kristina said, pulling her arm away from him.

“Am I?” Tyler asked. “Am I imagining things when I hear you crying at night? Am I imagining things when I hear you call out Urs’ name in your sleep? I’ve watched you sometimes and it’s like you’re on another planet. You‘re in your own little world and you just won‘t let me in.”

Kristina hung her head, as her shoulders began to shake, trying to choke back her sobs.

“Kristina?” Tyler said, now concerned as he put a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry, I...”

“Don’t touch me.” Kristina managed to say, through her tears.

“You have to understand it’s for the best.” Tyler said, lowering his hand.

“For God’s sake, will you stop saying that!” Kristina yelled, spinning round to look at him, her cheeks stained with tears. “Why does everyone think they know what’s best for me?”

“It’s not like that, Kristina.” Tyler said, now taking a firm hold of her arms. “Why can‘t you understand that we can‘t go on like this?”

“I said don’t touch me.” Kristina said, crying as she tried to push herself away from him.

“Krissy…” Tyler murmured, pulling her closer.

“Don’t call me that.” Kristina said, as more tears slid down her cheeks.

“Do you see what I mean?” Tyler asked, holding her tightly against him. “One word is all it takes… we need to end it now before things go too far.”

“But I’ll forget about him in time.” Kristina mumbled against his chest, giving a small sniff. “We don’t have to stop seeing each other, please Tyler.”

“I’m sorry, Kristina.” Tyler said, softly stroking her hair. “I care for you a great deal. But all the time you still love Urs, I don’t stand a chance and I refuse to be used.”

“I’m not using you.” Kristina said, looking up at Tyler. “I could never do that to you; you mean so much more to me than that.”

“But you don’t love me, do you?” Tyler replied. “Not like Urs.”

“I… I think I do.” Kristina said, ever so quietly, as she reached for his hand, lacing her fingers through his. “Sometimes, I get so close to saying it to you but at the last moment…I can’t say the words.”

“I just want to make you happy.” Tyler said, gently caressing her cheek with his free hand. “But I don’t think I’m the right person to do that.”

“But you are the right person, can‘t you see?” Kristina said, squeezing his hand. “I am happy, you make me happy.”

“If I make you happy, why do you cry yourself to sleep at night?” Tyler asked.

“Because…because I miss him, I admit.” Kristina said, as she looked straight in to Tyler’s eyes. “And because I hate myself for still loving him, knowing that he doesn’t love me enough to help me through this part of my life. If I’m unhappy, it’s because of him, not you, Tyler. It’s Urs that’s making me unhappy.”

Tyler cupped her face in his hands and watched several tears roll down her cheeks.

“He was a fool for letting you go.” Tyler said, gently wiping her tears away with his thumbs.

“Please don’t end it.” Kristina said faintly. “Don’t let Urs ruin what we have. Can‘t we try again?”

Tyler pulled her back in to his arms and Kristina wrapped her arms around him tightly.

“I’m not sure if that’s such a good idea.” Tyler whispered against her ear.

“Please…” Kristina whispered back.

They stood in silence, but only for a few seconds when Tyler’s mobile started ringing. He pulled away and walked back in to the lounge, taking out his mobile from his jacket pocket. Kristina followed him and stood in the doorway of the lounge, listening to the one sided conversation.

“Hello?… okay… no, I understand… don’t worry, I’m on my way.”

“You’re leaving?” Kristina said, as Tyler closed his mobile and put it back in his jacket.

“I have to.” Tyler said, putting his jacket on. “There’s a problem with one of our biggest clients. They’ve decided they’re not happy with the way their campaign is going and we could lose them.”

“But why do you have to go?” Kristina asked. “Can’t someone else deal with this? We still need to talk.”

“They’re refusing to talk to anyone else except the ‘top dog’.” Tyler replied, putting his mobile back in his jacket. “And they can’t get hold of my father which means…”

“It’s okay.” Kristina sighed. “I understand.”

Kristina watched Tyler as he picked up his keys and headed for the door.

“You will come back, won’t you?” Kristina suddenly, just as Tyler reached the door. “I mean… you’ll come home, you won’t stay at the Marmara.”

Tyler was about to open the door but stopped and slowly turned around.

“Do you want me to?” Tyler asked.

“Of course I do.” Kristina said, softly as she walked towards him. “This is your home, our home.”

“In that case, yes.” Tyler replied, smiling. “I’ll come home.”

“And what about us?” Kristina asked, quietly. “Are we… I mean.. is there still an us?”

“We’ll talk about that later.” Tyler replied.

“Okay.” Kristina said, nervously biting her lip.

“I’ll try not to be too long.” Tyler said, before leaning down and lightly kissing her on the cheek.

Kristina didn’t give Tyler a chance to react; she cupped his face in her hands, placing a kiss firmly on his lips.

“What was that for?” Tyler asked, smiling.

“Because I…no reason, I’ll see you later.” she said, taking a step back.

Tyler smiled again, turned around, opened the door and left.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

While Tyler was gone, Kristina had spent the next few hours trying to keep her mind occupied. She had no idea what time Tyler would be home, but she guessed it wouldn’t be too late. So to keep busy, she had done the usual household chores and then sat down to read through several files on campaigns that she and Tyler had been working on. He was like her, often bringing work home but mainly because he still had a lot to learn about the business and she would go through ideas with him. But despite this lack of knowledge, he had a good head on his shoulders and although he didn’t know a lot about their work, he had the ‘gift of the gab’ and she was sure he could sweet talk their client into staying with Cavendish.

Kristina was still reading the files, when her stomach started to rumble. That’s when she realised that neither her or Tyler had eaten when he came home earlier. While making herself a snack, Kristina thought tonight would be an ideal opportunity for her to cook him a surprise meal for when he came home and then they could talk. She checked that she had everything she needed and prepared all the food, so that nearer the time, all she had to do was start cooking it. She glanced at the clock on the wall, it was almost 5 o’clock. Tyler was usually home around 7 o’clock, eight at the latest and she couldn‘t see his meeting going on much longer. Kristina decided to have a relaxing bath, before getting changed and then making a start on dinner.

As she slipped under the bubbles, Kristina found herself smiling, remembering how Tyler had sweet talked her in to going to lunch with him the day they first met. Kristina let out a heavy sigh as she slid further in to the warm water. Just what was it that she felt for Tyler? Love or lust? She openly admitted to being attracted to Tyler from the moment she first met him. He was extremely good looking but at the time she was more interested in where she stood with Urs; so perhaps it was lust? But what if it wasn‘t? What if it was love and she didn’t know it? It was different to the love she felt for Urs, but she doubted she would ever feel that type of love again. With Urs it was an instant attraction and although she had denied it at first, she knew that what she felt for him was love. Yet with Tyler., everything was so different, it was gradual. Perhaps it had started as lust but now it changed in to something more. She tried to see a future with Tyler and realised that it wasn’t as hard to imagine as she thought.

After relaxing in the bath, Kristina started to get ready. She wore her hair up and picked out a red Armani dress that fell just below her knees. Tyler had bought it for her a few days after moving to New York, commenting on how she never wore a dress. She hadn’t worn it yet, but tonight she would, just for him.

Whilst in the middle of cooking dinner, Kristina set the table for two, expecting Tyler to come through the door at any moment. She wanted everything to be perfect, she wanted him to see that she really was making an effort and that she wanted them to stay together. Earlier that afternoon, she had made a quick visit to the local grocery store and bought a small bunch of flowers, which were now neatly placed in the centre of the table in a small crystal vase. She had put a bottle of non-alcoholic wine in the fridge and then thought about music. She had a look through Tyler’s CD collection and found one of his favourite albums, Ray Charles. Kristina put the CD in the stereo and then looked at the clock, it was almost 7.30pm. She was hoping Tyler would be home by now. She took another look at the table; something was missing. Kristina hurried back in to the kitchen and returned with two candles that she’d found in one of the kitchen drawers earlier that afternoon. She placed one at either end of the table and dimmed the lights. Kristina put her hands on her hips and admired her work, finally satisfied with the finished result. It looked perfect.

Kristina went back in to the kitchen to check on dinner, it was almost done and Tyler still wasn’t home. She picked up the phone and dialled Tyler’s mobile. It rang and rang before finally ringing off. Kristina hoped he was okay, usually if he was running late he would call her to let her know. She tried ringing again but this time it went straight to answer phone. She left it another fifteen minutes before finally serving dinner. She placed his dinner in the oven to keep warm and then went to sit down and eat.

Kristina sat alone as she ate, listening to Ray Charles on the stereo. She couldn’t help but wonder where Tyler was, and why his mobile had gone straight to answer phone. Didn’t he realise that she would be worried about him? Or perhaps he’d changed his mind and decided to go to the Marmara after all. Why hadn’t she thought of that earlier? Kristina went straight to the cupboard and got out the phone book, flipping through the pages, looking for the telephone number of the Marmara Manhattan. Several minutes later, she had found the number but she was still none the wiser to Tyler’s whereabouts. According to the hotel, Tyler hadn’t checked in and he hadn’t made any arrangements to stay there for the foreseeable future. Kristina slowly made her way back in to the kitchen and cut herself a piece of apple pie before heading back to the dinner table and pouring herself another glass of wine. She then sat in the lounge, listening to the Ray Charles for what seemed like the hundredth time, all the time thinking of Tyler. How could she not feel anything for him? He was everything she could want from a man; kind, loving, thoughtful, strong, smart, funny and handsome. If she loved him though, why was it so hard for her to say those three little words? I love you. Kristina knew all too well why she couldn’t bring herself to say them. If she did, then what she felt for Urs meant nothing anymore. When the CD came to end, she looked at the clock on the mantelpiece, it was well after midnight and Kristina had to accept that Tyler had changed his mind and wasn’t coming home, he had obviously decided to stay somewhere else for the night. She reluctantly got up from the sofa, headed to the kitchen and switched off the oven before going to her room and collapsing on the bed. Not surprisingly, she cried herself to sleep again; but this time it wasn‘t for Urs.

Tyler came home to a silent apartment. It was late, almost 5am, so he guessed Kristina had gone to bed. He checked each room just to be sure though. That’s when he noticed the table set for two, with candles, flowers, a half filled wine glass, and the remains of dinner. Had Kristina had company or was it for him? Tyler made his way to Kristina’s room, and slowly opened the door. The light from the hall shone in to her room, casting a light across her as she slept, curled up on the bed sheets. He smiled when he noticed she was wearing the red Armani dress he had bought her. That’s when he knew that the meal was for him. Tyler quietly entered her room and switched on the bedside lamp. He stood over the bed, watching her sleep and listening to her breathe softly and then she started to mumble incoherently. Tyler knelt down, hoping to make some sense of what she was saying, but it was useless. A slight frown appeared on her face. Tyler wondered what she was thinking of, was she dreaming of him or was she dreaming of Urs? He gently ran a finger down the side of her face, and Kristina let out a soft sigh. Tyler quickly drew his hand back, afraid that he would wake her but it was too late, she was starting to stir.

“Tyler?” Kristina mumbled, as she squinted, her eyes trying to adjust the light from the bedside lamp. “Is that you?”

“Yes it’s me.” he whispered. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s okay.” Kristina said, putting a hand out to his face and gently caressing his cheek. “I’ve been so worried about you. I didn’t know if you were coming home, I thought something had happened to you.”

“No I’m fine.” Tyler murmured, as he took hold of her hand and closed his eyes, gently kissing her fingers. “I didn’t mean for you to worry about me.”

“Where have you been all this time?” Kristina said, glancing at the clock. “It’s so late, you’ve been gone over 12 hours. I tried calling your mobile but it kept going to answer phone.”

“I’ve… I’ve been at the hospital.” Tyler stuttered.

“The hospital?” Kristina gasped, now sitting bolt upright. “What’s happened? Are you hurt? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” Tyler said, forcing a smile. “But my father… he had a heart attack earlier this afternoon. I‘ve been with him at the hospital that‘s why I had to turn my mobile off.”

“Oh God.” Kristina said, stunned and pulling Tyler up on to bed beside her. “You should have called me and I would’ve come straight to the hospital. Is he okay?”

Tyler’s eyes filled with tears and Kristina knew it was bad news.

“Oh Tyler…” Kristina whispered.

He then buried his face in his hands and his shoulders shook as he wept. Kristina put her arms around him and pulled him close to her, holding his head against her chest as he wrapped his arms around her waist and cried.

“Oh Tyler, I’m sorry.” Kristina whispered, as she kissed his head, slowly rocking them back and forth. “I’m so sorry.”

Kristina’s heart went out to him, she had never lost a parent so she had no idea how he must be feeling. But she knew that her heart ached to see a man she cared so deeply for, to be in so much pain. This wasn’t lust, it had to be love that she felt for Tyler.

***** CHAPTER 139 *****

When Kristina woke, her head was thumping, her eyes were aching and her whole body felt stiff. She assumed the stiffness in her body was because of the odd way she had fallen asleep, holding Tyler and trying to comfort him. As for the headache, she put that down to worry from the previous night wondering if Tyler was okay and if he would come home or not.

The bed covers were pulled up over them. Kristina didn’t remember getting underneath the bed sheets, so at some point, Tyler must have woken and covered them both. Tyler was now only wearing his boxer shorts but Kristina was still wearing the red Armani dress that she had put in the night before. She knew that it would be creased beyond belief and just hoped that the creases would eventually drop out.

Kristina stretched and yawned, trying to ease the stiffness in her muscles, and at the same time, trying to not wake up Tyler. She guessed from his steady breathing that he was still sound asleep but as she moved, his arms tightened around her waist, pulling her back in to him. She gave a small sigh, as he nuzzled his chin in to her shoulder. The warmth of his body was comforting but she was hungry and she had to get up and take her tablets.

“Are you awake?” she whispered, unsure if he was still asleep.

When there was no reply, she reluctantly made another move to get up, gently lifting his arm from her waist and slipping out from underneath the bed sheets. She knew that Tyler must be hungry, but he might not be in the mood to eat and she wasn’t sure what he would want. So she cooked some eggs and bacon, put some bagels in the toaster, made some coffee and poured out two glasses of orange juice. When they were all ready she put them on the breakfast table and was about to go and check on Tyler, when he walked in to the kitchen, now fully dressed.

“Morning.” Tyler said, heading straight for the coffee.

“Morning to you too.” Kristina said, smiling at him. “How are you feeling?”

“Okay.” he sighed, forcing a smile.

Even though Tyler was smiling, the pain in his eyes was obvious. He had a sad lost look about him and his face was pale and gaunt.

“I made breakfast.” Kristina said, pointing to the table.

“I’m not hungry.” Tyler said, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“You must be hungry.” Kristina remarked. “I know you didn’t eat when you came home yesterday and I guess you didn’t eat at the hospital either.”

“Eating wasn’t exactly high on my list of priorities yesterday.” Tyler replied, before taking a sip of his coffee.

“That’s why you should eat something now.” Kristina said, concerned.

“I’m not hungry, okay!” Tyler snapped.

“I’m sorry.” Kristina said, in a timid voice. “I just don‘t want you making yourself ill.”

“Will you stop fussing.” Tyler said, banging his cup down on the counter, spilling coffee on the counter. “If I’m hungry I’ll get myself something to eat.”

Kristina nervously chewed on her lip. She knew Tyler was upset, and he didn’t mean what he said. But it didn’t stop her feeling hurt and a little offended.

“I wish you’d called me yesterday.” she said softly.

“Why?” Tyler asked, he picked up a newspaper.

“Because I hate to think of you going through all that on your own yesterday.” Kristina replied, picking up a cloth and wiping away the spilt coffee.

“I wasn’t on my own.” Tyler said, before taking another sip of his coffee.

“Oh?” Kristina said, puzzled. “Who was with you?”

“Anna.” Tyler replied. “As soon as I got the call that my father had been admitted to hospital, I called her and she used one of the company jets to fly straight out here.”

“But that would’ve taken at least 5 or 6 hours, Tyler.” Kristina said, frowning. “Why didn’t you call me straight away?”

“I didn’t want to leave him.” Tyler replied.

“But it would‘ve only taken a couple of minutes.” Kristina commented. “You could‘ve asked one of the nurses to call me or... or didn‘t you want me there?”

Tyler shrugged his shoulders.

Kristina took a deep breath and slowly let it out. Perhaps Tyler being alone with his father yesterday had given him time to think about their relationship. When he left he gave the impression that things could be resolved between them but now, now it seemed that he didn’t care either way.

“You still should’ve called me.” Kristina said, sadly. “I was worried about you.”

“They… they said he could go at any minute.” Tyler said quietly. “I didn‘t want him to be alone when he….”

Tyler closed his eyes and a tear slid down his cheek. Kristina reached for his hand.

“Tyler…” Kristina frowned, when he pulled away from her.

“I’m fine.” he replied, sitting down at the kitchen table and throwing the newspaper down on it. “Are you going in to work later today?”

“I was going to but after what’s happened, I was going to stay here with you.” Kristina replied.

“There’s no need.” Tyler replied. “I just wanted to let you know that I’ll be moving in to the Marmara today.”

“What? But why?” Kristina asked, stunned. “I thought we were going to talk first?”

“This isn’t about you and me.” Tyler replied. “Anna checked in there, when we left the hospital. I’m going to stay with her until the funeral, I want to make sure she’s okay.”

“Who’s going to make sure you’re okay?” Kristina asked quietly.

“I’m a grown man.” Tyler said coldly. “I can look after myself.”

“Why doesn’t Anna stay here with us?” Kristina suggested, doing her best to ignore the way he was acting towards her. “There’s no need for you to move out and I’m sure Anna would feel more comfortable here.”

“There’s no room.” Tyler replied, as he opened the newspaper and started flicking through it.

“Of course there is.” Kristina said, sitting down next to him. Anna could have my room and we could… we could share… if you wanted to.”

“I don’t.” Tyler said, drinking the remainder of his coffee and then looking at his watch. “I’d better start packing, I didn‘t realise I‘d slept so long. Anna will wonder where I am.”

“How long will you be gone?” Kristina asked faintly, getting up and following him out of the kitchen.

“I don’t know, maybe a few days.” Tyler replied, heading for his bedroom. “I’ve no idea when the funeral will be with it being so close to Christmas. I might even go back to London with Anna after the funeral to make sure she‘s okay.”

“Tyler?” Kristina said, cautiously as she followed him in to his room.

“What?” he asked, opening his closet and taking out a suitcase.

“Tyler please…” Kristina said, standing in front of him. “We need to talk.”

“What about?” he asked, walking around her and putting the suitcase on the bed.

“You. Us.” Kristina replied, sitting down on the bed. “Why are you being like this?”

“Like what?” he asked, as he took several shirts out of the closet.

“Why are you really leaving? I know you want to be with Anna but please don’t shut me out.” Kristina said, watching him pack. “I only want to help.”

“I’m not shutting you out.” Tyler replied. “I just want to make sure my sisters okay, surely you can understand that.”

“Of course I can.” Kristina replied. “But I can’t help thinking that…that if you leave, you won’t come back.”

Tyler didn’t reply, he continued to pack his case. Kristina didn’t want to push the matter, she knew now really wasn’t the time to talk about their relationship when he’d just lost his father but she didn’t want to end things this way.

“Tyler?” she asked, warily. “You will come back won’t you?”

“I... I don’t know.” Tyler replied, pausing for a moment. “I need to get away for a while. Anna needs me and I think it would do us both some good if you and me spent some time apart for a while.”

“Why?” Kristina asked. “How are we ever going to sort things out if we don’t talk to each other? Running away never solves anything.”

“But that’s just what you did.” Tyler replied, pausing briefly to look at her. “You really should practice what you preach, Kristina.”

“What… what are you talking about?” Kristina asked hesitantly.

“I’m not running away, I‘m just going to spend some time with my sister.” Tyler answered. “But you? You left London because the man that you really love didn’t want you. Now you think you can settle for second best and use me to get him out of your system.”

“Tyler, it’s not like that.” Kristina said, frowning. “You were the one that suggested I move to New York with you. You said it would be a new start for us both. I told you right from the start how I felt about Urs but you said it didn’t matter.”

“That’s until I spoke to Anna yesterday.” Tyler replied. “That’s when I found out that you haven’t told me everything that’s gone on between you and him.”

“Anna?” Kristina said, nervously. “What did she say?”

“I don’t really need to tell you, do I?” Tyler said, glaring at her.

Kristina didn’t answer, she honestly didn’t know what Anna had told him.

“Okay, maybe I do.” Tyler said, raising his eyebrows. “Do you remember the night before we left London? I was told that you had left the party early because you were tired, so I went home. But Anna says she saw you there a long time after I’d gone and you weren‘t alone. Would you care to tell me who you were with?”

Again, Kristina didn’t reply. She didn’t know what to say without making matters worse.

“Tell me!” Tyler yelled. “Don’t act as if you have no idea what I’m talking about.”

“I… I was with Urs.” Kristina whispered.

“Anna said she saw you and him dancing together.” Tyler said, no longer carefully placing his clothes in the case but now throwing them in. “It seems you two were close, very close. Oh did I mention that she also saw you getting in to the elevator with him? Seeing as you didn‘t have a room at the hotel, I can pretty much guess where you spent the night.”

“Tyler, I didn’t sleep with him.” Kristina said, trying to hold back her tears. “I can explain it all.”

“And you didn’t think to explain all this to me before we left London?” Tyler hissed. “Have you any idea how I feel? Have you any idea how hard it was for Anna to tell me that? She didn’t want to, especially while our father was laying in a hospital bed but she didn’t want me to make a fool of myself any longer.”

“Tyler…” Kristina said, walking towards him.

“That’s what I’ve been, isn’t it? A fool!” Tyler snapped, stepping back from her. “I should’ve known this would never work. But I honestly thought that you cared for me.”

“But I do care for you.” Kristina said, tearfully.

“Oh don’t give me that.” Tyler sneered, throwing his hands up in the air. “And don’t start the waterworks. That trick’s getting pretty lame and it’s not going to work on me anymore.”

“Please let me explain.” Kristina said, wiping her eyes. “I’ll tell you everything that happened that night.”

“Do you really think I want to hear about your sordid little affair?” Tyler said, glaring at her.

“But I can explain.” Kristina replied. “Then you’ll understand why….”

“Oh I already understand.” Tyler said, zipping up his case. “You told me that Marius lied to you and there was this big understanding between you and Urs. It never occurred to me at the time but if you left the party, when did you talk to Urs? Except now I know that was all a lie. You found out Marius lied and then the happy couple went up stairs to make up for lost time. He finds out you’re ill and hey presto, he dumps you. But don’t worry, good old Tyler will step in and save the day as usual. Well, I‘ve had enough.”

“Please don’t go.” Kristina pleaded. “Don’t leave like this, I want us to sort things out.”

“I don’t want to talk about this any more.” Tyler said, pushing past her and walking in to the hall. “This is one of the reasons why I’m moving out. I’ve got more important things to worry about at the moment.”

“Tyler please…” Kristina said, quickly following him.

“If you still want me to go with you for your hospital appointments then give me a ring.” Tyler said, his voice softening a little as he put his jacket on. “But apart from that, I’d rather you didn’t call me.”

“Don’t worry.” Kristina said faintly. “I’ll…I’ll go on my own.”

“You should’ve told me everything, Kristina.” Tyler said, quietly, as he turned around in the doorway and looked back at her.

“I didn’t want to lose you.” Kristina said, before biting her lip and trying not to cry. “You were the only thing I had left.”

“But you should’ve told me.” Tyler said, again, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry, Tyler.” Kristina whispered.

“So am I.” Tyler said faintly. “So am I.”

He then turned and closed the door.

It seemed that once again, Kristina was on her own. She was never meant to find love or happiness and be able to hold on to it. Kristina slowly sank to her knees, the sounds of her crying echoed through the hallway of the now empty apartment.

***** CHAPTER 140 *****



It had been two weeks since Kristina had seen Tyler, the last time was at his father’s funeral. She had seen the announcement in the obituary column of the local paper just a couple of days after he had left their apartment. Kristina had called him, to make sure he was alright with her attending the funeral. Tyler was fine about it and although she felt a little uncomfortable seeing Anna again, knowing that she had seen her with Urs, she felt better knowing that she had paid her last respects to Tyler’s father. She had met him several times, when they had meetings regarding work, but more often it had been big family dinners. He was a gracious gentleman, with a fatherly smile and he had always shown her the utmost respect.



In the two weeks since her and Tyler had split up, Kristina had gone back to her old ways, shuffling through the long days, throwing herself in to her work, anything to keep her mind busy. Just like she had told Tyler, Kristina had gone to her last two hospital appointments alone. It wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be. She was starting to get in to a routine and it became easier as time went on. The doctors were still concerned about the headaches that were bothering her but Kristina didn’t seem phased by it, she put it down to the move, the split with Tyler, the funeral and taking on more work than she should. As long as she kept taking the medication and her condition didn’t deteriorate and the doctors were happy, Kristina didn’t see any need to worry.



Kristina looked around at the huge apartment that she now had all to herself. It was a depressing sight, to come home to each night a grim reminder that her life was going nowhere. Every time she opened the door to their apartment, she was greeted with the familiar pain that Tyler was gone and she was alone. Even after two weeks of living with this fact, the ache still shot through her with surprising sharpness, possibly because it had happened so suddenly. One minute her life had seemed to be going smoothly, her dream job, a nice apartment with a man she cared deeply for and who seemed to be utterly devoted to her and the next, it had ground to a sickening halt.



Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, not that it really mattered. Tomorrow would probably be like everyday other day. Kristina had made arrangements to spend Christmas with her parents, seeing as it was her first time back in New York at this time of year. Family Christmases were always a great time, but Kristina couldn’t seem to get in to the Christmas spirit. She had tried listening to carols, buying presents, decorating the apartment but it still didn’t take away the empty feeling that Kristina felt inside. There was something missing in her life and she couldn’t put her finger on it.



Kristina walked through the apartment, switching on the stereo to break the silence before heading for her bedroom. She didn’t see the point in her staying here anymore, she might as well just pack up and go. After all, it was Tyler’s money that was paying for all this. He had insisted that he pay for it, but now it just didn’t seem right, staying here at his expense when she had already caused him enough trouble. But where would she go?



Perhaps she could stay with Natty for a while until she found somewhere else to live but that didn’t solve the question about her job. Kristina knew that Tyler had mentioned going to Los Angeles to look at another business, but that was before his father had passed away. Yet even if he still planned on going to Los Angeles, what would happen when he came back? Could they really remain friends after everything that had happened? Kristina wasn’t so sure. As well as looking for somewhere else to live, she might also need to look for another job. Then a thought came to her; what if she transferred back to London, like Tyler had mentioned? It would mean leaving her parents again, but she would be closer to Abigail and she could continue to work for Cavendish while looking for another job. Then there was Urs, could she cope seeing him again? She knew from Abigail, that the guys were busy promoting their album. They had recently come back from Sweden, recording their new album but now their time was consumed with travelling for television appearances, radio interviews and performances. Hopefully she wouldn’t have to see him at all. Someone else would be dealing with their campaign by now, so she would have no reason to even see him, unless she was visiting her sister and had the unfortunate experience of bumping in to him.



Kristina kicked off her shoes and collapsed on to her bed, sighing heavily. Sometimes she felt like crying at the mess her life was in, yet again. But then she would remember Tyler’s comment about her crying, the water works, a lame trick. Kristina couldn’t help feeling sorry for herself, that’s why she cried so much. Yet now, even though she wanted to cry, she couldn’t, her body simply refused to. Maybe deep down, she knew that she had already cried too much and that it was time for her to do something with her life rather than moping around and wondering what could’ve been, if she’d done things differently.



Occasionally Kristina would find herself thinking of Urs, wondering what he was doing, if he regretted his decision. But she would tell herself to forget him, that she was better off without him, that it was his loss and that he had done her a favour by ending their brief relationship; if that’s what you could call it. It only lasted a few hours, could you really call that a relationship? Kristina rolled over on to her side and looked at the two pictures on her bedside table. One was of her and Tyler taken at one of his family dinners and the other was her, David, Urs and another couple at the Tony Awards in New York; the night she first met Urs. She smiled to herself, remembering the happier times when her life seemed to be perfect. As Kristina looked at the picture, she found herself concentrating on the image of Urs. Was he really the love of her life? Or was it just some kind of fascination? Whatever it was, it couldn’t stop the aching in her heart when ever she looked at the picture of him. Every now and then, when she felt alone and depressed, she would long to see him again; she thought of him often. But then she would remind herself that he was the reason she was alone and feeling so down. He was the one that told her he wanted nothing more to do with her. He was the one that had caused problems between her and Tyler. As the weeks went by, she found it easier to hate him and bury her love for him, rather than live each day hoping he would change his mind and come to find her. Kristina leant across the bed, opened one of the drawers and picked up the picture with Urs in it, carefully placing it in the drawer. She wasn’t doing herself any favours by keeping that picture out.



Kristina continued to think about her situation and how she could get her life back to how it was before all this mess. The more and more she thought about it, London was looking more tempting by the minute. Kristina missed her sister, her friends, the people she worked with, the way of life in England and her old house. Kristina quickly got up from the bed, hurried in to the lounge and found her diary, flipping through the pages for the letting agent. When she had left London, Kristina had her house valued but was told it wasn’t the right time to sell. It was suggested that if she was going to be leaving the country, rather than have the house sitting empty, she could rent it out, so that’s exactly what she had done. Kristina was somewhat relieved, because she had grown quite attached to the house and wasn’t all that keen to sell it. So as soon as Natty had left, Kristina had made arrangements with a letting agency who rented it out to a young couple. The lease was only for 6 months, which meant they only had another five or six weeks left.



Fifteen minutes later and Kristina hung up the phone. She found out from the agent, that the young couple were now expecting a baby and in the process of buying their own house; they were planning on moving before the lease was up. The agent already had another couple who were interested in signing a tenancy agreement for her house, but Kristina told him of her plans to move back to London and asked him not to take on the new tenant.



Kristina could already feel the difference in her mood. This was meant to be she thought to herself, she felt as if she was gaining some control of her life again. She could go back to London, go back to her old house, see all her old friends and carry on with her life, before Tyler and Urs made an appearance in it. Only this time she was going to change her rule. Not only was she not going to date people that she worked with, she wasn’t going to date full stop. It didn’t mean that she regretted her relationship with David; and then Tyler and Urs albeit briefly. It simply meant that she had learnt her lesson and that if she was meant to be with David, Tyler or Urs, then things would have worked themselves out. She could now focus on her career again, as it had always been more important to her and even if she might ‘want’ a man in her life, she certainly didn‘t ‘need‘ a man in her life. She didn’t need a man to help her with her career, she’d got this far without any help. She didn’t need a man to make her feel good about herself, she didn’t need a ring on her finger to make her feel special. Kristina had friends that cared for her and she had more than enough going on in her life, she didn’t need to worry about another person; she was better off alone. Kristina was determined not to get close to anyone or let anyone get close to her; it only meant that eventually she would get hurt or end up hurting someone else. She just wanted to concentrate on getting her life back to normal and her career back on track.



Kristina was already starting to feel excited and was longing to tell someone of her news. She picked up the phone again and pressed the speed dial button for Abigail. But it went straight to answer phone, so she tried dialling Carlos’ number instead but it also went straight to answer phone. Kristina was just too excited and had to tell someone.



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“What was all that about?” Sebastien asked, as he, Urs, Carlos and David piled in to the back of the people carrier.



“Who are you talking to?” Carlos asked, putting his seat belt on.



“Urs.” Sebastien replied.



“I don‘t know what you’re talking about.” Urs replied, taking his iPod out of his jacket pocket.



“What happened?” Carlos asked. “Did I miss something?”



“Didn’t you listen to a thing that was said in there?” Sebastien said, frowning at Carlos.



“This is what, the sixth interview we’ve done this week.” Carlos replied. “Do you really think I’m going to listen to you guys answer the same questions, over and over again?”



“I know what you mean.” David replied. “After this week, I think I know all there is to know about you guys.”



“Not everything.” Sebastien replied. “Since when did you have a girlfriend, Urs?”



“What’s it got to do with you?” Urs asked, grumpily.



“Hey, it was a simple enough question.” David replied. “If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine but there’s no need to be rude.”



“He’s been like this ever since Kristina left.” Sebastien mumbled.



“Since when has my private life been the topic of conversation with you guys?” Urs snapped. “I don’t have to tell you everything. Do I?”



“Of course you don’t.” David said, trying to keep the peace. “But I suggest you start getting used to questions like that. The more publicity we get, the more popular we’ll become and everyone will be asking you that question.”



“Just like that woman today.” Carlos commented. “Come on, Urs. You told a complete stranger that you had a girlfriend, but you haven’t mentioned her once to us. Who is she?”



“Just someone I met, okay?” Urs said, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.



“When?” Sebastien asked. “We’ve been living in each others pockets just lately. We’ve been in Sweden for weeks and now there’s travelling for all these interviews.”



“Sebastien, stop pestering him.” David said, glaring at him. “If he wants to talk about it, he‘ll tell us.”



“But I‘m curious.” Sebastien replied. “We haven‘t been able to go out anywhere, yet he manages to get himself a girlfriend without stepping foot from his hotel room.”



“It’s someone I know from Paris.” Urs abruptly. “We’ve known each other for quite a while and we kept in touch. We’ve decided to see how things go. Is there anything else you want to know?”



“What’s her name?” Sebastien continued.



“Seb!” David exclaimed, slapping him on the arm. “That’s enough!”



“What?” Sebastien frowned. “He asked.”



“I think that’s what they call sarcasm.” Carlos chuckled.



“Verity.” Urs said sharply. “Her name is Verity, now I’d appreciate it if you’d stop asking me stupid questions.”



“I didn’t think it was stupid.” Sebastien mumbled, as Urs put his headphones in and switched his iPod on, turning the volume up full.



“You like to push your luck, don’t you?” David said, looking at Sebastien. “You know he’s been in a strop ever since he and Krissy broke up.”



“What does strop mean?” Sebastien asked, confused.



“A bad mood.” Carlos answered. “Why did you have to start asking him all those questions? He‘s going to be like this for the rest of the day now.”



“He’s always in a bad mood so don’t start blaming me. It’s just that when he told that interviewer he had a girlfriend, I thought he was over Kristina.” Sebastien replied. “It seemed like a harmless enough question.”



“He’s never going to be over her.” David replied. “No matter what he says.”



“And the same goes for Kristina.” Carlos replied. “Abigail’s worried about her. She said Kristina sounds fine on the phone but she’s sure that she’s not really happy.”



“Is that because of Tyler or because of New York?” David asked. “She always seems okay when I talk to her.”



“I think she loves being back home near her parents and things are fine with Tyler.” Carlos replied. “But Abigail gets the impression she’s missing him.” Carlos added, nodding his head in Urs’ direction who was still listening to his iPod.



“I’m confused.” Sebastien frowned.



“When aren’t you confused?” Carlos chuckled.



“Is that what you call sarcasm?” Sebastien asked, glaring at Carlos.



“No, that’s called humour.” Carlos replied, still chuckling.



“Well it’s not funny.” Sebastien replied. “Why don’t you pick on someone else for a change?”



“Hey you guys, don’t you two start.“ David sighed. “What’s bothering you, Seb?”



“Well…if Urs is in a bad mood because of Kristina leaving and Abigail thinks Kristina is missing Urs… why on earth did they break up?” Sebastien asked.



“Good question.” Carlos replied, now being serious. “Kristina told Abigail something about ‘not loving each other enough’, what ever that means.”



“Krissy told me exactly the same thing.” David commented. “It just doesn’t make sense. Krissy’s been in love with Groucho over here for years. I can‘t believe that after just a few hours she wants to call the whole thing off.”



“What does Urs say?” Sebastien asked, glancing at David. “I think you’re probably closer to him than either of us, he talks to you the most.”



“I’ve tried talking to him a few times.” David answered, looking at Urs, who was now staring out the car window and seemed oblivious to their conversation. “He refuses to talk about it. He doesn’t even want me to mention her name.”



“Do you think they’ll ever get back together?” Sebastien asked.



“As much as I’d like them to, I can’t see it happening.” David sighed. “With Krissy living in New York and us being on the move all the time, well, it’s just not going to happen.”



“Unless we give the love birds a little help.” Carlos said, wiggling his eyebrows.



“How are you going to do that when they’re not even in the same country?” Sebastien asked.



“We could drop the odd hint here and there, that the other one still has feelings for them.” Carlos said, lowering his voice. “It will be Valentine’s Day in a couple of months, one of them might receive a card from a secret admirer, if you know what I mean.”



“I think it’s best we left them to it.” David frowned. “I don’t want to start meddling. And have you forgotten, Urs has just found himself a girlfriend.”



“And Kristina has a boyfriend.” Sebastien commented.



“Pfft, minor details.” Carlos said, waving his hands in the air. “We all know those two are meant to be together.”



“But still, maybe it’s best that we leave things.” David said, just as his mobile started to ring. “We don’t know what’s happened and we might just make things worse.”



“Maybe.” Carlos sighed.



“Believe me, nothing good ever comes from interfering.” David said, flipping his mobile open. “Hello?”



“Hi David!”



“Krissy?” David said, glancing at Urs. He was still staring out the window, listening to his iPod. “How’s things?”



“Oh you know how it is in New York.” Kristina sighed. “Hectic! Work’s been keeping me busy and that’s just how I like it.”



“Some things never change.” David laughed. “How’s Tyler?”



“Tyler?” Kristina said, momentarily stunned, when she realised that she still hadn’t told anyone about her break up with Tyler. “Uh… Tyler’s doing okay. Did you hear about his dad?”



“Yeah I read about it in the paper.” David replied. “It must be hard for him.”



“It is but… but he’s got Anna.” Kristina replied.



“Is everything okay, Krissy?” David asked. “You sound… different.”



“I’m fine, David.” Kristina said, remembering the reason behind her call. “I’ve been trying to get hold of Abigail and Carlos but they‘re not answering their mobiles.”



“Well, Carlos is sitting opposite me, so I guess he‘s forgotten to recharge his mobile again.” David replied. “But I’ve no idea about Abigail. Was it important?”



“I just wanted to tell them my good news.” Kristina replied.



“Good news?” David said warily. “You’re not… you’re not pregnant are you?” David said lowering his voice.



“No!” Kristina laughed.



“Engaged?” David asked, relieved at Kristina’s answer.



“Nope!” Kristina replied. David gave a sigh of relief. As much as he liked Tyler, he still hoped that Urs and Kristina would one day get back together.



“Come on then.” David said, now intrigued. “What’s your good news?”



“I’m going to be in London in a few weeks time.” Kristina replied, getting excited again.



“You are?” David said, sounding pleased. “That’s great!”



“Like I said, it won’t be for a few weeks yet.” Kristina replied. “I still have a few things to sort out first.”



“So will Tyler be coming with you?” David asked. “Or will he have to stay and look after things there?”



“I’ll be coming alone.” Kristina said, the tone of her voice now becoming more serious. “David, me and Tyler, we‘re… we’re not together anymore. We broke up just after his father died.”



“Oh. I’m sorry.” David said, sounding concerned but at the same time a little hopeful. “Are you okay?”



“I’m fine.” Kristina sighed. “I guess like everything in my life, it just wasn’t meant to be.”



“Well, we’ll have to make the most of your time here.” David said, enthusiastically. “Sounds like you could do with some cheering up.”



“David, I’m not ‘visiting’ London.” Kristina explained. “I’ve got my old house back, I’m going to see about transferring to another firm and I’m moving back to London permanently.”



“What? Are you sure about this?” David asked, lowering his voice. “I mean… you know, things with Urs… I don‘t want you getting upset.”



“I’m absolutely positive.” Kristina said. “I miss my old life in London. I don’t have to see Urs at all, everything will be fine.”



“As long as you’re sure.” David said, just as Urs took out his headphones and switched off his iPod. “But it will be great to see you again.”



“I know!” Kristina said, a smile evident in her voice. “I can’t wait to see you all. David I have to go, someone‘s at the door.”



“Okay, keep in touch.” David answered.



“Will do!” Kristina said, before quickly hanging up.



“Was that who I think it was?” Sebastien asked, grinning.



“It was Krissy.” David replied, glancing at Urs. He might not have said anything but there was definitely a reaction from him, his eyes seemed to light up at the mention of her name. “She’s coming to London in a few weeks.”



“Great!” Carlos said, smiling. “Abigail will be pleased to see her. Isn’t that great news, Urs?” Carlos said, giving him a nudge.



“Yeah, great news.” Urs said, rolling his eyes, before putting his headphones back in.



“How long will she be staying for, David?” Carlos asked.



“Kristina’s moving back to London for good.” David replied.



“For good?” Sebastien said, puzzled. “But she’s only been in New York for 4 or 5 months. Doesn’t she like it there?”



“She loves it there.” David replied. “But she misses Abigail and London. She‘s even moving back in to her old house.”



“What does Tyler think about all this upheaval?” Carlos asked. “It was his suggestion that they move out there.”



“Tyler won’t be coming.” David casually remarked, glancing at Urs again. “They broke up a few weeks ago.”



“Really?” Carlos frowned. “She never mentioned anything to Abigail.”



“So that means she’s single.” Sebastien commented, looking at Carlos who started to wiggle his eyebrows again.



“Carlos, don’t even think about it. I told you, no playing Cupid.” David warned him. “Kristina might be single but Urs isn’t anymore.”

“Details, details.” Carlos chuckled, winking at Sebastien.


None of them noticed that although Urs had had his headphones back in, his iPod wasn’t switched on and as he stared back out the car window, the faintest of smiles crept across his lips.

***** CHAPTER 141 *****



As soon as the alarm clock sounded, Urs sprang to life and got up out of bed; no lay in today, he had plans. He gave a small yawn as he walked over to the window and pulled the curtains, the sunlight streamed in. Today was off to a good start.


Urs headed to bathroom but stopped in the doorway of his bedroom. From where he stood he could see down the hall and in to the kitchen; there on the wall, he could see the calendar and today’s date circled in red. Today wasn’t like every other day, today was different, today was something he’d been waiting for, for the last six weeks and as the day drew closer he found it difficult to remain calm. The day had finally arrived, it was the day that Kristina returned to London.


Urs could still remember the drive back to their apartment block that day, when he found out that Kristina had broken up with Tyler and she was planning on returning to London. When he had taken his headphones out and heard David mention Kristina’s name, it was the first time in months that he had taken an interest in anything other than their work. Yet he didn’t want to seem too interested, that’s why he had put his headphones back in, when Carlos had tried talking to him about Kristina’s return. It was also the same day that he had made up some stupid lie about having a girlfriend, Verity. Verity did exist and she was a good friend of his, but he was so sick of people asking him in interviews “Do you have a girlfriend?” that before he knew it, he’d said yes. Other times when he had said no, they gave him a strange look, almost as if there was something wrong with him. That’s why he had said yes, but now it only led to more and more questions and he was wondering how he was going to get himself out of this hole he’d managed to dig himself into.


Although he hadn’t told anyone, Urs was excited at the prospect of seeing Kristina again. A few days after finding out that Kristina was returning to London, he had overheard Carlos tell David of Kristina’s travel plans and when she was due to arrive. That night, Urs had gone straight back to his apartment and marked the date off on his calendar and ever since then, he had been counting the days until he saw her again.


Urs sighed heavily, as he stepped inside the shower and closed the shower door; the steam surrounding his body. He wondered if Kristina had ever thought of him, since leaving London. He couldn’t help wondering why she and Tyler had split up. Was he the reason she was coming back to London? Was she missing him as much as he was missing her? Did she regret leaving him? He hadn’t heard anything about her since she had gone, but that was his own fault. Urs hadn’t forgotten what he’d told David all those months ago, when Kristina had left; that he never wanted to hear her name mentioned again. At the time he had been angry and upset, but in all honesty, he longed for someone to say her name again. He longed for someone to talk about her, so that he could ask how she was, if she was okay, if she was happy, if she was well. But Urs knew that no one would talk about her after his outburst at the airport. They could see how much her leaving London had affected him and ever since then, he’d been in a foul mood. He just couldn’t help it, he couldn’t get her out of his head and his emotions were all over the place, he felt love, anger, frustration and sadness, which left him feeling confused.


The only time Kristina’s name had been mentioned, was when David had made several attempts to talk to Urs, about the day Kristina left. Each time, Urs had refused to talk about it, firstly because it was too upsetting for him and secondly because there was nothing to tell David, he had no idea why she had left. As time went by, he slowly came to terms with the fact that she had left and there wasn‘t a thing he could do about it. But it didn’t stop him from missing her, or going over their last moments together, wondering if he had said or done something wrong, but he couldn’t think of anything that would cause her to leave so suddenly.


For the first few days after Kristina had left, Urs had tried to convince himself that he didn’t have any feelings for her anymore, that he shouldn't love a woman who had led him on, letting him believe they could finally have a future together only to leave without a word. He’d tried to tell himself that his heart no longer held a place for her and that he no longer loved her. Sometimes he thought he’d succeeded, but then the smallest thing would make him realise that she would stay in his heart forever. He only had to hear an American accent, smell the scent she wore, or see someone in the street who looked like her to know that she would always be a part of him.


Occasionally, he would dream of her and when he woke, he would expect to see her laying beside him. But that illusion faded fast, leaving him painfully aware that she was no longer with him. He had tried to accept that she wasn't going to be coming back, so he simply tried to forget her; easier said than done. He hoped his feelings for her would fade and that he would get used to not seeing her everyday. But instead, he found himself missing her more and more and longing to see her again. Since spending those few hours together the night before she left, knowing that she had loved him all those years, only made him love her even more.


Urs finished his shower and hurried to get dressed. He had no intention of actually meeting Kristina or telling the others that he was going to the airport, so he wanted to get there early and find somewhere that he could wait for her to arrive, without being spotted. But before leaving for the airport, there were a couple of things he needed to do on the way.


He quickly checked his appearance in the mirror and looked at the unruly crop of dark curls on his head. A soft smile danced on his lips, remembering how much Kristina had loved his curls. He straightened his collar and his smile remained, when he saw Kristina’s ring hanging from the silver chain around his neck. He had originally intended to give it to Carlos, but each time he went to approach him, he couldn’t do it, he couldn’t part with it. Now he kept it with him all the time. “It’s true what they say” he thought.” Absence does make the heart grow fonder and now she was coming home.” It had to be a good sign.


Urs looked at his watch, time was getting on, no time for going down memory lane. He dragged his hair back in to a ponytail and pulled on a baseball cap that he had bought the previous day. Urs wasn’t a great one for wearing hats, that was Sebastien, but he thought it might help to hide him in the crowds. Urs had thought about going to the airport on his motorbike, but he didn’t want to take the chance of anyone seeing it and recognising it as his. So instead, he had hired a car the previous day. Urs slipped on his jacket and picked up the car keys before quietly opening his door and checking that there was no one in the corridor. It was all clear so he made his way downstairs to the car.


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Kristina looked at her watch; in just a few minutes her plane would be landing and she would be back in London. She was a bundle of nerves and excitement. Kristina had been counting the days until she could return to London, a place she now considered to be her second home. The last few weeks had been busy, moving out of the apartment she once shared with Tyler and moving in with Natty temporarily, packing up her belongings and having them shipped to the UK, making final arrangements with the letting agent and confirming her transfer to the UK branch of Cavendish.


In that time, Kristina hadn’t spoken to Tyler once. She had left a message for him at the Marmara the day she moved in with Natty, explaining that she was moving out of the apartment. Even when she had put in for the transfer back to London, she didn’t have any dealings with him. But he must’ve known what she was planning on, as the transfer was agreed, confirmed and signed by him within a day of her putting the request in. Kristina could only assume that by hearing nothing from Tyler, he was serious about them not keeping in touch. It hurt her to know that he wanted nothing more to do with her, that she had pushed him away, but if that’s how he wanted things to be, then she had to respect his decision.


As Kristina looked up from her book, something caught her eye. She looked at the television screen towards the front of the plane and stared at it. The plane hadn’t even landed yet but she was already being tested. There on the screen was the video to Mama. Kristina looked away, as the image of Urs in the barbers chair appeared. She couldn’t watch that video anymore, without thinking of Tyler and how much she had hurt him, remembering how he had come home to find her watching it, or more precisely, crying over Urs. “Well not anymore,” she thought to herself. She had come back to London to start a fresh, which meant no more men, no more tears, no more hurt; only work.


The over head seatbelt light came on, so Kristina placed her book in her bag and fastened her seatbelt. As the plane started to descend, Kristina could make out familiar buildings down below. She couldn’t wait to see Abigail again. Before she knew it, the plane had landed and people were getting up from their seats. Kristina stood up from her seat, picked up her bag and checked that she hadn’t left anything behind, before taking a deep breath and joining the other passengers as they left the plane. As soon as her feet touched the tarmac, that would be the moment she started her new life.


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Urs was running late, he had a couple of stops to make before going to the airport and he’d been held up in traffic and then it had taken him longer than planned to find a parking space at the airport. He ended up having to park in one of the furthest car parks which meant a long walk back to the terminal. Urs hurried inside the airport and checked the arrivals board; Kristina’s flight had landed early. He cursed under his breath, hoping that he hadn’t missed her arrive. He waited by the arrivals door for a short while and at the same time keeping an eye out for Abigail and Carlos. They were nowhere in sight; neither was Kristina for that matter. Urs hung around the arrivals area for a little while longer but eventually he decided that he had missed her. Urs was about to turn and make his way to the exit, but stood motionless, unconsciously holding his breath, when he heard a familiar American accent.

“Abigail? Where are you?”

Urs slowly turned his head in the direction of the voice. It was Kristina, she was standing just a couple of meters away, with her back to him. He could feel his heart racing wildly, at being so close to her again after so many months. He hadn’t planned on letting her see him, but now he wanted her to see him, he wanted her to turn around and notice him. He wanted her to tell him that she had made a mistake by leaving, that she would throw her arms around him and tell him she still loved him. Urs took a step closer to her, the faint smell of her perfume making his head spin. He now stood right behind her, thinking of what he would say to her when she turned around and saw him. But nothing came to him, his mind went blank as he stood there, looking at the woman who had stolen his heart.


Her hair was pulled back loosely in a ponytail, it looked longer than he remembered and she looked as if she had lost weight. She was dressed casual, wearing faded blue jeans, a grey UCLA hooded sweatshirt and white trainers; no more business suits. But she was still the same Kristina that he knew and loved.


“No, the plane left on time and we just landed early that‘s all. What happened? Is everything alright?” Kristina continued. “Okay, don’t worry, I’ll get something to eat while I wait; there’s a café just opposite, I’ll wait for you there.”


Urs froze when he realised that he was standing between Kristina and the café; she would have to walk right by him. He decided that now was not the time to make himself known and he quickly turned around, so he now had his back to her. His eyes darted around, looking for somewhere to go without being spotted but before he could make his escape, he felt someone brush past him. Kristina hadn’t spotted him as she continued to talk on her mobile and now seemed to be searching for something in her bag, as she made her way across to the café. He quickly walked over to a row of seats and sat on the end one, just out of sight behind a pillar, as Kristina took a seat at the café. He leant forward, resting his elbows on his knees, so that he could catch a glimpse of her. She still looked as beautiful as ever.


As he played with the chain around his neck, he slipped his little finger through Kristina’s ring. Over the last few months, he had given some serious thought to the idea of marriage. It was something he had never considered until recently. Several times, he had been out walking in town and would stop outside a jewellers, wondering if he should go in. But as much as he wanted to, he knew that buying an engagement ring, for a woman who had left him without a word and was living several thousand miles away, wasn’t the most sensible of ideas. He wasn’t even sure why he was even considering buying an engagement ring, when marriage had never been something he’d wanted and even now he still wasn’t sure it was for him. But he knew that if he and Kristina ever got back together and that marriage was something she wanted and that she believed in, he would have no hesitation in asking her to marry him. But would they ever get back together? Perhaps now she was back in London they could try again. He wasn’t expecting to pick up from where they left off, he wasn’t even sure if she would speak to him, but he was expecting some answers as to why she walked out on him.


Urs’ view of Kristina was momentarily blocked by several people standing in front of her. It was only when Kristina got up from her seat and several people stepped aside, that Urs realised it was Abigail, Carlos and David. As he watched Kristina hug Carlos and then Abigail, Urs slowly let out a sigh, pleased at seeing her smile, knowing that she was obviously happy to see her sister again; her face was glowing and her eyes were sparkling. But when Kristina hugged David, Urs felt a pang of jealousy shoot through him. He knew that David was happy with Angie, they had been dating for several months now, yet Urs couldn‘t stop these feelings of jealousy. It was the fact that Kristina and David once shared something special and that even after breaking up, they still had a bond and remained friends. Urs didn’t have that any more and it was something he longed for with Kristina. At one time, they had been able to look into each others eyes and feel an instant connection but somewhere along the way, they’d lost it. They had found it again but only hours before she left him. Despite her leaving him with no explanation, Urs knew that no one could ever take Kristina’s place, he loved her, he would always love her and he was determined to make her see that they were meant to be together, there would be no more playing games.

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When Kristina had made it through to the arrivals area, she couldn’t see Abigail or Carlos anywhere. She knew her flight had landed slightly earlier than expected, but she assumed they would be here a little earlier just in case of something like this happening. She had called Abigail on her mobile just to check that they were on their way. Apparently they had problems parking near the airport and Carlos didn’t like parking too far away, given Abigail’s condition. So Kristina had arranged to meet them at the café, but as she sat there she got the distinct impression that she was being watched. She looked up casually from her drink that she’d ordered while waiting and glanced at the crowds of people but she couldn’t see anyone looking at her. They were all too busy getting on with their own lives. “You’re getting paranoid.” she told herself firmly, as she took another sip of her drink.


It was about fifteen minutes later before Abigail, Carlos and David arrived at the small café. Kristina wasn’t expecting David to be with them, but she was pleased to see him. Kristina was greeted with friendly smiles and welcoming hugs. When Kristina saw her sister and how big she had become, she couldn’t help but place her hand to her own stomach; visions of what her child might look like one day, filled her mind. Then her thoughts started to drift to who the father would be. What would her child look like if Urs were the father? Kristina scolded herself for even thinking about him. She still felt an annoying attraction to him and she couldn’t understand it. She only had to think of him and she felt flushed, the gentle eyes, the tender smile. How could she still feel anything for him after the way he had so easily pushed her aside? She’d sworn off men now that she had moved to London and there was no way she was going to break this rule again.


Kristina was tired after travelling through the night and now had to readjust to the time zone. So David, Carlos and Abigail had dropped Kristina off at her old house and left her to get some rest. As Kristina waved them goodbye, she still got the impression that she was being watched and gave a quick look around, expecting to see someone there, but there was no one. She put the key in the door and made her way inside. As soon as she stepped over the threshold, it felt like an entirely different world, compared to how she had spent the last few months, in places where she felt she never truly belonged. But being here, it felt good, she had that sense of belonging again.


The first thing Kristina did was take her bags inside, dropping them in the hallway. She could unpack later, all she wanted to do right now was sleep. She sat down on the stairs and undid her trainers, when a strong scent caught her attention; a sweet smell. After placing her trainers by the door, she made her way to where the smell was the strongest, in the lounge. There on the small coffee table in the centre of the room, was the biggest and most extravagant bouquet flowers she had ever seen, carefully arranged in crystal vase. It was made up of just about every flower you could imagine, Orchids, Baby’s Breath, red Carnations, red Camellias, red Tulips, Acacia and mauve lilacs. Kristina was sure the flowers all had a meaning but the question that was troubling Kristina was “Who sent them?”


She walked towards the table and looked for a card, it was still tied to the bouquet. All it said was “Welcome home, you were missed xx.” There was no name on the card. Perhaps Abigail had left them just to brighten the place up. She decided it wasn’t important, she would call her after she’d had a rest. Kristina continued to look at the flowers, a sense of nostalgia came over her as she thought about the last time someone had bought her flowers. It was Urs, after one of their many arguments, when she had first started on their campaign, it was his way of apologising to her. That was before Urs knew that she was in love with him. She had such hope, such faith, that one day they would be together, that one day she would be able to tell him the truth; she loved him. But now he knew, he knew everything and he’d chosen to end it; things would never be the same again. Kristina could feel tears burning the backs of her eyes and a feeling of sadness wash over her as she started reminiscing about her times with Urs. “Get it together,” she scolded herself, closing the door to the lounge and making her way up to her room.


Luckily for her, Kristina didn’t have much unpacking to do. After arranging to have her belongings shipped to the UK, Abigail had spent time unpacking them for her. There were still a few boxes to be unpacked but they could be done another day. Kristina opened the door to her room and was greeted with yet another surprise. There on her pillow, lay a single red rose. She froze in the doorway, suddenly remembering the feelings of being watched, and now knowing that someone had been in her home and left flowers, not just in the lounge but in her bedroom. Kristina could see a small white envelope underneath the rose and her curiosity got the better of her. She picked up the small envelope, opened it and took out the card. It simply read:

Loved you yesterday, love you still, always have, always will.


Kristina put the card back in the envelope and put both the envelope and the rose on the bedside table. She walked over to the window and drew the curtains before laying down on the bed. Who on earth could have sent the flowers? It couldn’t possibly be Tyler, how would he get in the house? And it couldn’t be Urs, not after he had ended things between them. But who else could it be? She felt her heart race at the thought of Urs, that he could have sent the flowers, that he might possibly want to see her again; but still she refused to acknowledge that she felt anything for him. She pushed the thoughts of Urs to the back of her mind, not wanting to think about him. She pulled the blanket up over her and closed her eyes, she felt so tired. It wasn’t long before she was fast asleep.

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Urs had given the others a head start, before leaving the airport; he didn’t want to risk being spotted. When he reached Kristina’s house, they were taking the cases out of the car and helping Kristina take them up the path to her front door. He had parked a few houses down hoping not to be seen, but had a clear view of Kristina. He watched as they all said their goodbyes and then the others left. Urs was sure Kristina had seen him at one point, when she had stopped and looked around but she had carried on inside the house. Urs watched as the curtains in her room were drawn shut, even though it was left unsigned, she would have found his message by now. His smile broadened and his bottomless dimples deepened as he started up the engine and pulled away

***** CHAPTER 142 *****



When Kristina woke, it was 5pm. She was obviously was more tired than she first thought; she had only meant to have a nap but she’d slept for almost six hours. As she sat up in bed, she suddenly remembered where she was, back in her old house, her home. She smiled to herself, feeling completely rested and more refreshed than ever. She’d definitely made the right move, by coming back to London. Kristina’s stomach growled, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten since her flight had landed the day before.



Kristina swung her legs over the side of the bed, stood up and started to make the bed, humming to herself. She’d had a tune stuck in her head for weeks now and she couldn’t stop humming it. It had been ages since she had written anything, since she’d been so busy these past few weeks. Perhaps things would be a bit calmer now and she could find some time to put it down on paper; she just wished Natty were here to help her though.



Kristina smoothed down the sheets and was about to start fluffing up the pillows but stopped when she saw something black poking out from the under the two pillows on the other side of the bed. She leant across the bed and lifted up the pillows, to find a small black rectangular shaped box, about 6 inches long. Kristina picked it up and sat down on the bed, wondering how it had got there and who had left it. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the red rose, still sitting on the bedside table from the night before. Could it be the same person who had left all the flowers? Completely mystified, Kristina warily opened the box, not knowing what to find. As she opened the box, Kristina gave a small gasp. Inside was a beautiful and very expensive looking gold bracelet with a small charm on it, along with a small scroll tied with red ribbon. She carefully took the bracelet out and looked at the charm; it was a miniature gold key. She placed the bracelet back in the box and pulled the ribbon off the scroll, carefully unrolling it. Inside was a message written in elegant handwriting;



I’m giving you the key to my heart,

It’s yours to keep, now and forever.



With love

From me to you

XX



Kristina wasn’t sure what to think after reading the note. It was flattering but at the same time, a little scary. Who on earth had left her the gift and the flowers? How did they get in? Kristina jumped when the phone started to ring.



“Kristina?”



“Hey Abigail.” Kristina said, getting up from the bed and picking up the rose from the bedside table.



“How are you feeling?”



“Great thanks.” Kristina replied, making her way downstairs. “I feel much better after having some sleep.”



“That’s good to hear. Listen the reason I’m calling is because I‘m guessing you probably won’t feel like cooking tonight, so how about joining us?” Abigail suggested. “David’s coming over later and Seb’s already here. He’s looking forward to seeing you again.”



“I don’t know.” Kristina a little hesitantly.



“Urs won’t be here, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Abigail replied, sensing her sisters apprehension. “I saw him go out a little while ago.”



Kristina had wondered about Urs, she wasn’t sure if she was up to seeing him again just yet. He had hurt her and she knew that if she saw him, it might just bring back too many memories and it had taken her long enough to get this far in trying to forget him.



“I’m cooking your favourite.” Abigail continued.



“Spaghetti Bolognese?” Kristina said, her stomach rumbling at the thought of food.



“What else?” Abigail laughed.



“Then how can I say no?” Kristina replied, reaching the bottom of the stairs and heading in to the lounge.



“Okay, so how long will you be?” Abigail asked.



“Just let me freshen up and I’ll be there within the hour.” Kristina replied, placing the red rose in the vase with the other flowers.



“Great, see you then.” Abigail said.



As soon as she had said goodbye to Abigail, Kristina called a local taxi firm and booked a car to take her to Abigail’s. That was something Kristina had forgotten all about, a car of her own. She’d have to start looking for one, she couldn’t keep calling taxi’s all the time. Kristina picked up one of her cases and took it upstairs. She was beginning to wish she‘d unpacked earlier on, because now she would need to iron some clothes. So after finding a clean pair of jeans and a top, she gave them a quick iron, before having a shower. Whilst Kristina was getting dressed, she started to think about who had left the flowers and the bracelet. It had to be someone she knew, but what was puzzling her the most, was how did they get in to the house? After applying a small amount of make up, Kristina picked up the box containing the bracelet, grabbed her jacket and bag before waiting outside for the taxi.



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“Mmm dinner smells good.” Kristina said, slipping her jacket off.



“That would be your sister’s wonderful cooking.” Carlos said, taking the jacket from her and hanging it up. “It won’t be long, which reminds me, Abby asked me to set the table and I haven‘t done it yet. ”



“You’d better do it now before she finds out and make sure you do a good job.” Kristina laughed. “You know how she likes everything to be just perfect.”



“Don’t I know it.” Carlos said rolling his eyes. “Since being pregnant, her hormones have made her even worse.”



“Hey I heard that.” Abigail said, appearing from the kitchen.



“You know I’m only joking.” Carlos said, turning around and giving Abigail a gentle kiss on the mouth.



“Yeah right.” Abigail smirked, before stepping past him and hugging her sister.



“Do you need any help in the kitchen?” Kristina asked.



“No, it’s alright thanks. I‘m just about to dish up.” Abigail replied. “David and Seb are in the other room. Why don’t you go and say hello?”



Kristina walked further down the hall and entered the lounge. David and Sebastien were sitting on the sofa and had their backs to her, watching television.



“Evening fellas!” Kristina said, ruffling their hair.



“Hey watch it!” David said, running his fingers through his hair, trying to fix it back in place.



“You’re such a girl.” Kristina laughed. David had always spent more time on his hair than her and she had often found him using her hair products, although he always denied it.



“Kristina!” Sebastien said, jumping up from his seat. “I was going to ask how you are, but you look great.”



“Thanks Seb, I feel great too.” Kristina replied, hugging him. “How about you? How are things? Busy?”



“Very busy!” Sebastian sighed. “We spent weeks in Sweden recording the album and now it’s nothing but endless interviews.”



“I bet you love every minute of it.” Kristina said, winking at him.



Sebastien grinned.



“Hey don’t I get a hug?” David said, frowning.



“Well, I wouldn’t want to get too close in case I mess up that hair of yours again.” Kristina smirked.



“Very funny.” David said, rolling his eyes at her. “Now come here.”



Kristina turned to face David and hugged him tightly. It had only been a few hours since she had seen him at the airport, but she felt a sense of belonging again, feeling his big strong arms wrapped around her, making her feel safe. It was something familiar and something which she missed, feeling close to someone.



“Dinners ready!” Abigail called out.



“About time.” David said, pulling away and heading straight for the door way. “I’m starving.”



Kristina and Sebastien laughed at David as they followed him in to the other room and joined Carlos who was already sitting down and Abigail who was placing a basket of bread on the table.



“Eat up.” Abigail said, sitting down. “I think I made way too much.”



“I’m sure you won’t hear David complaining.” Kristina said, before taking a mouthful.



“Yeah, hurry up everyone.” Sebastien laughed. “David’s hungry and you know what that means.”



“I can’t help it if I have a healthy appetite.” David said, before piling more food on to his plate.



“Oh Abigail, I meant to ask you, did you leave me some flowers?” Kristina said, while pouring herself a glass of water.



“Flowers?” Abigail said, sounding puzzled. “No, why?”



“When I got home yesterday, I found a huge vase of flowers in the lounge.” Kristina replied. “There was a message but no name.”



“What did the message say?” Abigail asked, noticing Sebastien and Carlos exchanging odd looks.



“Welcome home, you were missed’. Kristina answered. “I assumed you had left them.”



“No, no I didn‘t.” Abigail frowned. “Carlos did you leave them for Kristina?”



“Uh no… I don’t know anything about them.” Carlos said, quickly glancing at Sebastien as he took a mouthful of food.



“Sebastien?” Abigail asked.



“No, it wasn’t me.” Sebastien said, keeping his eyes down as he played with the food on his plate.



“There was a red rose too.” Kristina continued. “It was left on my pillow with another message.”



“No name again?” David asked.



“Nope.” Kristina replied. “Just this.” she added, taking the small card out of the back pocket of her jeans and handing it to David.



“Are you sure neither of you two know anything about these flowers?” Abigail asked, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.



Sebastien and Carlos glanced at each other again and then looked at Abigail.



“You do, don’t you?” Abigail said, raising her eyebrows. “You both look as guilty as anything.”



“I left the vase of flowers.” Carlos admitted.



“And I left the rose.” Sebastien said, biting his lip.



“So who left the bracelet?” Kristina asked.



“Bracelet?” Sebastien said, looking at Carlos who shook his head. “Don’t look at me.”



David glared at Sebastien.



“I swear, I know nothing about a bracelet.” Sebastien said, holding his hands up.



“Was there another message with it?” David asked.



“Yes but there’s still no name on it.” Kristina said, leaning round and taking out the box from her bag, which was left on the sideboard. She handed it to David.



David took the box from Kristina and opened it and took the bracelet out.



“Wow!” Sebastien said, letting out a low whistle. “That looks expensive.”



“You’re not kidding.” David said, holding it up to the light.



“What is that?” Abigail asked, squinting. “Is it some kind of charm on it?”



“Yes it’s a key.” Kristina replied.



Carlos took the scroll from the box and read the message aloud.



I’m giving you the key to my heart,

It’s yours to keep, now and forever.



With love

From me to you

XX



“You have a secret admirer.” Abigail said, grinning. “That’s so romantic.”



“You think so?” Kristina said, frowning. “Doesn’t it bother you that someone managed to get in to the house and leave it there for me to find? I have no idea who it is. For all I know, it could be some psycho.”



“I hadn’t thought of that.” Abigail said, biting her lip. “Who do you know that still has a key?”



“Well obviously there’s you and Carlos.” Kristina replied. “Tyler had one, but that was before we left London and he gave it back to me.”



“He could have made a copy.” Abigail said thoughtfully. “You don’t think it’s him?”



“I don’t know.” Kristina replied. “I don’t think so. The last time we saw each other was at his father’s funeral and we weren’t really on speaking terms. We still aren’t.”



“Perhaps he’s had second thoughts.” Abigail suggested.



Kristina shrugged and continued to eat her meal.



“If he was having second thoughts, would you give it another go?” Sebastien asked.



“Uh uh.” Kristina said, shaking her head. “I‘m going to stay young, free and single. I‘ve sworn off men for life.”



“You’re joking, right?” David said, laughing.



“No, I’m serious.” Kristina said, looking at David. “Why do you find that so funny?”



“I don’t, I just meant... I mean…” David shrugged. “I just thought that maybe now you were back in London, you and Urs might want to try again.”



Kristina took the bracelet from Carlos and placed it back in the box, along with the small scroll.



“Me and Urs are finished.” Kristina said, putting the box in her bag. “We’ll never get back together.”



“You could if you wanted to.” Carlos commented. “I’m sure Urs wants to.”



“Well, I don’t want to.” Kristina said, pushing her plate away. “Is that why you and Seb left the flowers? Are you doing this because of Urs?”



Sebastien and Carlos glanced at each other.



“Well?” Kristina said, looking at Sebastien and then Carlos.



“We just wanted to help.” Sebastien said lowering his voice. “But Urs doesn’t know a thing about it.”



“We thought that if you found the flowers, you might think it was Urs that sent them.” Carlos explained. “And that you two might start talking again.”



“He’s been in a foul mood ever since you left London.” Sebastien said, smiling weakly. “But then he found out you were coming back and he’s been acting like his old self again. We’re sure it’s because of you. Why don’t you go and see him?”



“Look I know you’re only trying to help.” Kristina said, getting to her feet. “But I don’t need it, especially where my love life is concerned and if I never saw Urs again, that would suit me just fine. So I’d appreciate it if you’d stop interfering.”



“Where are you going?” Abigail asked, when Kristina picked up her bag. “You’ve hardly touched your food.”



“I’ve lost my appetite.” Kristina said, walking around the table to her sister. “Thanks for dinner.”



“You‘re not leaving are you?” Abigail frowned.



“I’m sorry but I’m not feeling very sociable.” Kristina said, hugging Abigail. “I don’t want to ruin your evening. I’ll give you a call tomorrow, perhaps we can go out and do some shopping and have lunch somewhere.”



“Okay.” Abigail sighed, as she followed Kristina to the front door.



“Great one guys.” David said, getting to his feet. “Now see what you’ve done!”



Abigail handed Kristina her jacket and opened the door. “How will you get home?”



“I’ll take her home.” David said, appearing at the end of the hall, slipping his jacket on.



“Thanks David.” Kristina smiled.



Abigail and Kristina gave each other one last hug and then Kristina followed David in to the hall to the elevator. The doors opened just as they reached it and who should appear but none other than Urs. Both Urs and Kristina froze, staring at one another, wide eyed.



Kristina didn’t want to look at Urs, but for some reason she found it impossible to look away from him, she was completely mesmerized. Her eyes scanned his body, he’d been working out, she could tell by the way his muscles stretched the cotton fabric of his maroon coloured Triumph T-shirt, his shoulders appeared broader and his stomach looked firm. The tight jeans seemed to hug his physique in all the wrong places, which made Kristina feel a desire that she hadn’t experienced in quite some time. She could feel her heart pounding hard against her chest, memories of their last night together came flooding back.



“Hi Urs.” David said, taking Kristina by the elbow and leading her in to the elevator.



“Huh?” Urs looked at David, confused.



“I said hello.” David repeated.



“Yeah… hello.” Urs mumbled, stepping out of the elevator and turning to face them. Kristina pressed the button for the ground floor and looked straight ahead, avoiding eye contact with Urs. As the doors started to close, Kristina kept her eyes firmly focused on the blank wall, doing her best to keep her composure.



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“You okay?” David asked, when they pulled up outside Kristina’s house. “You’ve hardly said a word since leaving Carlos and Abigail’s place.”



“I’m fine.” Kristina replied. “Why wouldn‘t I be?”



“I thought that maybe seeing Urs…” David started to say.



“It was just a bit of a shock seeing him like that.” Kristina interrupted him. “That’s all.”



“Did you mean what you said earlier?” David asked quietly. “About not wanting to see Urs again?”



“Does it matter?” Kristina said, shrugging her shoulders.



“If you still love him, then of course it does.” David replied. “Do you? Do you still love him?”



Kristina nervously chewed her lip and looked out the car window.



“It’s a simple enough question, Krissy.” David said softly. “Yes or no?”



“No, I don’t.” Kristina said, after taking a deep breath. “Thanks for the lift, David.” she added, lightly kissing him on the cheek. “I’ll give you call over the weekend.”



“Make sure you do!” David called out to her before she closed the car door and made her way up the path to her front door.



Kristina put the key in the door and pushed it open a little before turning around and waving goodbye to David. David had completely thrown her by asking her if she still loved Urs. Like he said, it was a simple enough question. So why couldn’t she answer him straight away? It had to be because she had seen Urs just a short while earlier, it had brought back too many memories and too many feelings. She wasn’t expecting to see him so soon, she wasn’t prepared. Of course she didn’t love him. How could she?



When David had disappeared out of sight, Kristina stepped inside and closed the door and flicked on the light in the hall. That’s when she noticed a large brown envelope laying on the floor. Straight away she noticed that there was no stamp on it, meaning it had been hand delivered. Kristina placed her bag on the table and slipped off her jacket, hanging it over the banister and then picking up the envelope. Kristina headed to the kitchen and placed the envelope on the counter, before filling up the kettle and switching it on. Kristina couldn’t decide whether or not she should open the envelope. What if it was from the same person that had sent her the bracelet? Knowing that Sebastien and Carlos had left the flowers didn‘t put her mind at rest, someone had still managed to get in to the house. First thing in the morning, she would call a locksmith and get the locks changed.



While waiting for the kettle to boil, Kristina picked up an apple from the fruit bowl and took a bite, still staring at the envelope. She was tempted simply to throw it in the bin, without even opening it. But what if it was something important? The kettle clicked and switched itself off as it started to boil. Kristina put the half eaten apple down on the draining board and made herself a mug of tea, gently blowing on it before taking a sip.



It’s no good, she thought to herself, putting the mug down on the counter and picking up the envelope; she had to find out what was inside. Kristina ripped open the top of the envelope and peered inside; it looked like a book. Kristina turned the envelope upside down so that its contents fell out on to the counter. There was a small London A-Z and another envelope. Why would someone send her a street map of London? There’s only one way to find, she thought, picking up the second envelope and taking out the piece of paper.



“By now you should have found the bracelet I left for you, which means you have the key to my heart. But you are probably wondering who I am. This I cannot tell you. If you want to know my name, then it is up to you to find out. At the start of each new day, a clue will be sent to you. If you give me the correct answer, I will give you another clue and tell you where you can find your next charm. There are seven more charms to collect. When you have them all, you may make a wish. Only when you have found all seven charms, will I reveal my identity to you. I will email you each clue and when you think you have the correct answer, you can email your answer to me. Keep the A-Z, I don’t want you getting lost. In case you are wondering how I will contact you, I have set up an email account in your name;



Username: heavensent

Password: secret



At the bottom of the note, was a web address where she could sign in and check her mail. Kristina headed straight to the lounge and switched on her laptop. It had to be a joke. This guy had set up an email account in her name and he was going to send her clues in which she had to find all the charms, before she could find out who he was. Who ever it was had gone to an awful lot of trouble and seemed to be taking things very seriously; perhaps too seriously. But she was curious, she had to see if it was real. Kristina went to the web address given and entered her username and password. Sure enough, the page started to load and she had one message waiting for her, in her inbox.



From: Mr X

Subject: Clue 1



“I knew you wouldn’t be able to wait until morning, so here is your first clue.



It might not be Beverley Hills, but they have 3 stars.



Still want to play?”



Mr X ? How original, Kristina sighed. She had hoped that she would get some idea as to who it was, that he might have made a slip up. But he had obviously registered the account in a false name. She had no other choice but to try and solve the clues. “What the heck,” she thought, leaning back in her chair, “this might even be fun.” Kristina clicked on the reply link and typed four words before hitting the send button.



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Urs had not long been home. He was stretched out on the sofa, still in shock. He wasn’t expecting to see Kristina. He’d been so careful in avoiding her at the airport and making sure that no one spotted her entering her house, that the last place he expected to see her was in his own apartment building. Urs had been planning this for weeks and it was only by pure chance that Carlos had left his set of keys for Kristina’s house in Urs’ apartment one evening. That was when he had come up with the idea of the clues and leaving the gift in her house. Urs heard a noise, signalling that he had a new email. He jumped up from the sofa and went over to the desk in the corner, where his laptop was. The email was from heavensent; Kristina. Urs clicked on the email and opened it and read her reply.



“Let the games begin.”

***** CHAPTER 143 *****



As promised, Kristina had called Abigail the following day and they arranged to go shopping in Knightsbridge. Kristina had found it virtually impossible to sleep the previous night, her mind was busy trying to unscramble the clue. But that wasn’t all that was troubling her.


“I had a shower this morning.” Kristina said, as they walked in to a small expensive looking boutique.


“I wondered what the smell was yesterday.” Abigail smirked.


“Very funny.” Kristina said, before sticking her tongue out at her sister.


“I’m sorry.” Abigail said, giggling. “Go on then, finish what you were going to say.”


“Well, it’s really odd.” Kristina said, pausing in front of a clothes rail. “I never noticed it the day before when I had a shower.”


“Noticed what?” Abigail asked.


“The mirror.” Kristina replied. “When I got out of the shower, the mirror was all steamed up but there was a message written on it.”


“How’s that possible?” Abigail frowned.


“I’ve no idea but what ever it’s written in, it won’t come off.” Kristina replied. “I’ve tried everything. It‘s like some kind of wax.”


“What did it say?” Abigail asked.


“Love does not die easily xx.” Kristina replied.


“Oh… so it’s your secret admirer.” Abigail said grinning.


“I guess so, but don’t you think it’s a little…weird?” Kristina said, frowning. “I mean… he’s talking about love but I’ve no idea who he is. You don‘t think Carlos or Seb had anything to do with it, do you?”


“No, I had a word with Carlos this morning and he’s sworn that he and Seb won’t do anything else.” Abigail replied. “As far as I know, all they’ve done is leave flowers for you.”


“I just wish I knew who it was. I don‘t like all these guessing games.” Kristina said, picking up the first dress she came to. “I don’t like the thought of some stranger being in my house. I’m seriously considering calling the police.”


“I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about.” Abigail said, reassuringly. “He hasn’t done anything bad other than leave you a gift and that note. It‘s not as if he‘s said or done anything to make you think he’s going to harm you.”


“I didn’t tell you earlier, but when I got home last night, there was a package waiting for me.” Kristina said, making her way along the clothes rail.


“A package?” Abigail said, following Kristina. “Another gift?”


“Not really. It was a street map of London.” Kristina replied. “Who ever it is, has set up an email account in my name and each day he’s going to send me a clue. When I think I know the answers, I have to email them to him and if I get the clues right, I get another charm for my bracelet. When I have all seven charms, he will tell me who he is.”


“Wow, he’s really thought about this hasn’t he.” Abigail said, shocked. “Do you have the first clue yet?”


“Yes, he sent me it last night.” Kristina replied, picking up a long black silk dress. “But it doesn’t make any sense.”


“What’s the clue?” Abigail asked. “Perhaps I can help.”


“I was hoping you would say that.” Kristina said, smiling. “It said ‘It might not be Beverly Hills but it has three stars’.”


“Hmm, and you’ve no idea what it is?” Abigail said, frowning.


“Nope.” Kristina said, shaking her head. “Does it mean anything to you?”


“Give me a chance, woman! You‘ve only just given me the clue, you‘ve had all night to think about it.” Abigail laughed. “But just think, if you answer all the clues correctly, you could meet him in seven days.”


“Is that supposed to be a good thing?” Kristina said, putting the black dress back on the rail.


“Don’t you want to find out who your admirer is?” Abigail asked. “You must be a bit curious to know who this guy is.”


“I’m not bothered one way or another.” Kristina said, shrugging her shoulders. “It’s just a bit of fun and it’ll help me take my mind off…”


“Off Urs?” Abigail finished for her when Kristina stopped mid-sentence.


“Don’t be silly.” Kristina said, turning away and picking up another dress. “It will stop me thinking about the hospital appointment that I’ve got this week.”


“Oh, is it a check up at the Renal Unit?” Abigail asked.


“No, it’s about the headaches I’ve been getting.” Kristina replied. “All my records were sent over from New York and now I have to meet my new doctor and go through all the details of my treatment.”


“So have you still been getting the headaches?” Abigail asked. “Are the tablets helping?”


“I still get the headaches but the tablets help.” Kristina replied. “That’s unless I’m tired or stressed at work and then I get really bad headaches. That’s when the tablets don’t help at all.”


“Well at least with you don’t have to deal with Urs anymore.” Abigail commented. “I guess he’s one less thing to worry about.”


“Why do you say that?” Kristina asked.


“I simply meant that you don’t have to work in the same building or worry about seeing him.” Abigail replied. “Neither of you two have told me what happened the night of the Masquerade Ball but it must’ve been serious for you to leave London the next day.”


“Abigail, I really don’t want to talk about him.” Kristina said, turning away.


“I was speaking to David on the phone before I left this morning.” Abigail continued. “He told me you bumped into Urs when you left our place.”


“Abigail…” Kristina said, turning back and glaring at her.


“He said Urs appeared a little shocked when he first saw you.” Abigail said, ignoring her sister’s angry stare. “But by his reaction, he also got the impression that he still loves you.”


“And how would David know that?” Kristina said, trying to remain calm. She didn’t like the way everyone seemed to be talking about her and Urs’ relationship. “We didn’t even speak to one another, so I don’t know what gave David that impression.”


“Urs didn’t have to say anything.” Abigail replied. “Apparently the look on his face said it all. Which makes me wonder what the real reason was for you leaving. Was it a joint decision for you to leave or was it one you made on your own?”


“I’ve told you before, Abigail.” Kristina said, sighing heavily. “We loved each other but just not enough to continue with a relationship. ”


“You two are an absolute mystery to me.” Abigail frowned. “You finally get together after all these years and within 24 hours you end it. What else do you need in a relationship apart from love?”


A lot more than just love; Kristina thought to herself. She needed commitment, support and trust. She needed to know that a special someone would be there for her through the bad times as well as the good times, that she could always rely and depend on them. Urs had clearly shown that it was something he couldn’t give her and that‘s why she was on her own now.



“I’m not prepared to talk about this any more.” Kristina replied, quietly. “Now please, can we please change the subject?”



Abigail could see she had pushed things a little too far and her sister and had become somewhat subdued. She knew there was a lot more to why Kristina and Urs had split up and wondered if she would ever find out the real reason.


“So… back to your secret admirer.” Abigail said cheerily.


“Abigail!” Kristina said, her face breaking in to a smile. “I was hoping we could talk about something else.”


“What?” Abigail said, innocently.


“I’ll be thankful when all this nonsense stops.” Kristina said. “Then maybe we really can talk about something else.”


“It’s not really nonsense is it.” Abigail said, picking up the black silk dress that Kristina had just been looking at. “If you thought it was nonsense, you wouldn’t even be considering trying to figure out the clue. Who ever it is has put a lot of time and thought in to this so he must think a lot of you and he obviously thinks that he stands a chance with you.”


“It’s probably some psycho who’s got nothing better to do with his time than bug me.” Kristina said, taking the silk dress from Abigail. “I seem to have a habit of attracting losers.”


“That’s not true.” Abigail said, frowning. “David wasn’t a loser, neither was Tyler… or Urs.”


“Okay that’s it.” Kristina said, putting the dress back on the rail. “No more talk of Urs or Tyler..”


“Sorry.” Abigail apologised. “What did you want to talk about?”


“Anything, as long as it’s not about men.” Kristina answered.


“Okay, well as I was saying, this admirer of yours.” Abigail continued. “I was thinking, to get in to your house and leave the bracelet and the message, someone would have to have a key. So who have you given a key to?”


“Abigail!” Kristina exclaimed, now totally frustrated. “I thought we were going to change the subject. We’ve already been through this.”


“Just work with me on this, will you?” Abigail replied. “We have to think about it logically. There must be someone who you’ve trusted enough, to give them a key at some point and they could have had it copied.”


“The only people that have a key to the house is you and Carlos.” Kristina replied. “Oh and Natty.”


“What about the people that used to live there?” Abigail asked. “Did you know the people that were renting the house?”


“No, at least I don’t think so.” Kristina replied. “The letting agent dealt with the tenants. I’ve never even met them and the agent gave me back the original set of keys when I moved back.”


“Okay, you said Tyler had a key.” Abigail commented.


“Tyler is not the one behind all this.” Kristina said firmly.


“How can you be so sure?” Abigail asked.


“It’s just not his style.” Kristina said shrugging. “He’s more… direct. If he has something on his mind, he just says it. He wouldn’t do all this. Besides, we haven‘t spoken since his fathers funeral.”


“But he did have a key, didn‘t he?” Abigail asked.


“Yes but only for like half an hour.” Kristina replied. “He went to the shop to get a few things for dinner and I gave him a key so he could let himself back in.”


“That’s enough time to get a key cut.” Abigail remarked.


“It’s not Tyler.” Kristina said, adamantly.


“Okay what about…”


“No!” Kristina interrupted Abigail.


“You don’t know even know who I was going to say.” Abigail said.


“I do.” Kristina said, picking up the black silk dress for a third time. “You were going to say Urs. Well, I’ve never given him a key. Ever!”


“But it could be.” Abigail said, thoughtfully. “There was a time when…”


Abigail paused.


“What?” Kristina said, stopping to turn and look at her sister.


“When you started sending some of your belongings back to London, I asked Carlos to help me take some of them over to your place.” Abigail explained.


“And?” Kristina said, not quite sure what Abigail was suggesting.


“Well, I gave him your keys and…” Abigail nervously chewed on her lip.


“And?” Kristina said again, narrowing her eyes in suspicion.


“He lost them.” Abigail said faintly.


“He did what!” Kristina exclaimed. “He lost them and you didn’t think to tell me? So I really could have some madman doing all this, just because Carlos lost my house keys.”


“Hang on a minute though, he found them that‘s why I didn‘t tell you until now.” Abigail interrupted her. “But the thing is… I know he remembered last having them was when he was at Urs’ place. Then he couldn’t find them. But the next day, he found them at the studio. Except Carlos hadn’t been to the studio since leaving Urs’ place. How else would they end up at the studio unless it was Urs that took them?”


“It’s not Urs.” Kristina said, firmly.


“How do you know?” Abigail asked. “Has he said something to you?“


“No, last night was the first time we’d seen each other since arriving back in London.” Kristina replied. “And as I said earlier, we didn’t even speak to one another.”


“So how do you know it’s not him?” Abigail asked.


“Because… because I just do.” Kristina said, starting to get annoyed.


“Are you ever going to tell me what happened between you two?” Abigail asked, softly.


Kristina picked up another dress, this time it was a midnight blue silk dress. She held it up and stared at it, while thinking about what Abigail had asked her. Kristina had only told two people about the reason why her and Urs weren’t together. She had told Tyler out of necessity, when he had found out through Anna, that she had lied to him. The other person was Natty.


But she couldn’t bring herself to tell her own sister; she wasn’t sure why. Perhaps it was the fact that their lives couldn’t be more different and she felt embarrassed. Kristina seemed to make one mistake after another and was once again single, lonely and unhappy with only her career to keep her busy. Yet Abigail had the idyllic life, a perfect marriage to a wonderful man who loved her and now they had baby on the way. Kristina looked at her sister, as she protectively put her hand over her now huge bump. In just a few weeks, Abigail would be a mother. Kristina longed to be a mother, to have children of her own, with a man she loved.


“Kristina?”


Kristina looked up at her sister but didn‘t speak.


“What happened?” Abigail asked quietly. “What happened that night with Urs?”


Kristina could feel the tears of frustration welling up in her eyes once again. Frustration from coming so close, so close to finally being with the man she loved for him to throw it all back in her face. Once again she was painfully reminded of her last moments with Urs.


“I don’t want to talk about it.” Kristina said, before taking a deep breath and refusing to let herself cry. She had been strong up until now, she wasn’t going to cry over another man ever again.


Abigail could see that Kristina was now starting to get upset and decided not to ask anymore questions about Urs.


“Are you going to buy that?” Abigail asked, as Kristina ran the back of her hand down the front of the blue silk dress.


“Are you kidding?” Kristina said, arching an eyebrow. “Have you seen how much it is? You could feed an entire village on that. Besides, when am I going to wear something like this?”


“Perhaps on a date.” Abigail replied.


“Very funny.” Kristina replied.


“What?” Abigail frowned. “I’m serious.”


“I’m not going on a date with anyone.” Kristina said, putting the dress back on the rail.


“Just a thought.” Abigail replied. “But you have to meet your secret admirer sometime. Perhaps you could wear it then?”


“Who says I‘m going to meet him?” Kristina asked.


“Well, how else are you going to find out who it is?” Abigail asked.


“What’s wrong with telling me by email?” Kristina asked.


“I have a feeling that who ever this guy is, he won’t want to tell you by email.” Abigail said, smirking. “He’ll want to meet you face to face, take you out somewhere, wine you and dine you and do his best to impress you.”


“It’ll take more than good wine or fancy food to impress me.” Kristina said, turning and heading for the door. “And perhaps I need to remind you, that I’m not looking to start another relationship.”


“Maybe you should let your admirer know.” Abigail said, following Kristina. “You don’t want to give the guy false hopes.”


“Hey it’s not my fault if he wants to play these silly games.” Kristina snapped. “I can’t be blamed for the outcome. Not everyone gets the happy ending they want.”


“Okay, okay, I understand!” Abigail said, trying to calm her sister down. “I get the message.”


“I’m sorry.” Kristina said, looking across as her sister and frowning. “But it’s true.”


“You don’t need to explain.” Abigail replied. “I understand what you mean. Now, how about we go back to your place and try and work out this clue of yours?”


“Sure, I have to be back soon anyway.” Kristina replied, checking her watch as they left the store and made their way out on to the street and joined the busy shoppers. “I’ve got the locksmith coming.”


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“Can I help you, sir?”


Urs turned around to see a middle-aged woman standing behind him.


“Yes, please. The blonde lady that was just in here," Urs said, taking a blue silk dress off the rail. "She was with a woman who's pregnant. I want to buy this for her but I have no idea what size to get."


"I think I can help you there." she replied, as she picked out another blue dress from the rail. "I know which lady you mean. Would you like it wrapped?"


"If you could, please." Urs replied. "I don't suppose you deliver do you?"


"Yes but it's an extra charge." she answered.


"Not a problem." Urs said, handing his credit card to the assistant.


"Okay, well if you can fill in the delivery details and I'll have this wrapped for you." she replied, as she pushed a pen and paper across the counter towards Urs. "I won't be a moment."


While the assistant disappeared out the back, Urs filled in the delivery card. He didn't want Kristina to know who had sent her the dress just yet, so he left the senders details blank. It would be a few days, before Kristina would receive the dress, but he knew of the perfect occasion for Kristina to wear it; that was just one more part of his plan.

***** CHAPTER 144 *****



“This is useless.” Kristina said, throwing the A-Z on the table. “We‘ve gone through all the street names in London and there‘s nothing in there that looks like it could be the answer.”



“It has to be in there somewhere.” Abigail sighed. “Why else would he give you a street map?”



“He said it was because he didn’t want me to get lost.” Kristina frowned. “But how can I get lost when I don’t even know where I should start looking?”



“All done!” said a male voice. Andy, the locksmith popped his head round the door. “Did you want to come and see it?”



“Sure.” Kristina said, getting up from her seat.



Andy then showed Kristina the work he had done on both the back and front doors and explained which keys fitted the locks and how the dead bolt worked. Kristina felt a lot safer knowing that if Mr X did try to get in anymore, he would be out of luck.



“Thanks a lot.” Kristina said, handing over the money. “I appreciate you coming over at such short notice.”



“No worries.” Andy said, giving her a receipt. “I hope you don’t think I’m being nosy, but I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation.”



“Oh?” Kristina said, glancing at Abigail who had just walked in to the hall.



“This guy, the one that you think has got in to your house.” Andy said, picking up his tool box. “Is he the one that left you that clue?”



“Yes. Why do you ask?” Kristina said, curiously.



“No reason.” Andy replied. “I just wondered why you hadn’t looked it up on the internet.”



“And how are we going to do that?” Abigail asked.



“You ‘google’ it.” Andy replied, getting his van keys out of his trouser pocket.



“Wouldn’t that be cheating?” Abigail said, giggling.



“I don’t remember him giving us any rules.” Kristina said, grinning. “And how will he ever know?”



“You’ve got a point.” Abigail agreed.



“Thanks Andy.” Kristina said, following him to the door. “You’ve been a great help, in more ways than one.”



“My pleasure.” Andy said, taking a bow.



Kristina laughed, as she opened the door and said goodbye. She then joined Abigail in the lounge who by now was sitting in front of the laptop.



“Okay, so it’s got to be in London, that’s why Mr X gave me the A-Z.” Kristina remarked, chewing on her lip deep in thought. “And three stars must mean something, perhaps they’re famous people.”



“Don’t forget Beverley Hills.” Abigail added, as Kristina typed in the words London and three stars in to the search engine.



“But he said it wasn’t Beverley Hills.” Kristina replied.



“No read it again.” Abigail said, handing her the paper. “He said it ‘might not’ be Beverley Hills. It’s even spelt with an ‘e’ and Beverly Hills, California doesn’t have an ‘e’. You‘d better just type it in the way he’s written it, to be on the safe side.”



“Okay… Beverley.” Kristina said, typing in the final word before clicking on the search button.



“Oh my God!” Abigail squealed pointing at the screen when the page had loaded. “That’s it. You’ve found the answer. It‘s a hotel.”



Kristina looked at the screen, paying particular attention to the third search result.



“Beverley City Hotel, comfortable 3 Star hotel in London.”



“That can’t be it, surely.” Kristina said, still looking at the screen. “It can’t be that easy.”



“But it makes sense.” Abigail replied. “It’s in London, it has three stars and it’s not Beverly Hills, it’s Beverly City.”



“So now what do I do?” Kristina asked.



“Email him the answer of course!” Abigail said.



“You do realise that even if I email it to him now, I won‘t get the second clue until tomorrow.” Kristina commented.



“Yes but at least you‘ll know if you‘ve got the right answer.”



“But he might not even check his email until tomorrow.” Kristina said, frowning. “And then he could still tell us we have the wrong answer.”



“Just email him will you?” Abigail said, excitedly.



“Okay!” Kristina said laughing. “Geez woman, will you calm down?”



Kristina signed in to the email account and sent Mr X an email with her answer.



“Now I guess we just wait.” Kristina said, as she clicked send.



“Will you let me know when he replies?” Abigail asked.



“Of course.” Kristina replied. “I’ll need your help with the next clue.”



“Well, if they’re all like that you won’t need much help.” Abigail said, before giving a small yawn.



“Somehow I don’t think they’re all going to be that easy.” Kristina sighed. “Are you tired?”



“A little.” she nodded. “Pregnancy isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I’ve put on weight, my back’s killing me, I can’t sleep. I‘m so tired and ratty, I’m have to keep going to the loo every half hour and then there was the morning sickness. So much for the healthy glow. I look more like death warmed up. You should try it sometime.”



Kristina forced a smile, wondering if she would ever be a mother, to bear a child with a man she loved, and who loved her unconditionally in return.



“It will happen, Kristina.” Abigail said, smiling almost as of reading her mind. “I know you’re not looking for another relationship but one day, when you least expect it, you’ll find the perfect man, who’ll sweep you off your feet and before you know it, you‘ll have a family of your own.”



“Maybe.” Kristina said, looking back at the computer screen. Kristina knew her sister meant well but she didn’t hold out much hope. She knew that even though she was getting over Urs, she couldn’t see herself loving anyone else. There would always be a place in her heart for Urs and no one could ever replace what they had.



But who knows, maybe Abigail was right. Maybe one day she would meet someone special. Maybe she would find someone else. Perhaps her admirer was that person. But she had to give herself time to heal before throwing herself in to the next situation headfirst. “Seems like that’s what my life is all about,” she thought ruefully, as she leant back in her seat. “One crisis after another.”

***** CHAPTER 145 *****





Abigail had gone home several hours ago. Kristina had made herself dinner before having a rest on the sofa. Walking around town earlier that day had worn her out. When Kristina woke, it was dusk and the street lamp outside had just come on, casting an orange glow across the room. Kristina got up from the sofa and turned on the light before drawing the curtains. She still felt tired and decided that she would have a bath and then an early night. But as Kristina walked out of the lounge, she could see her laptop in the study at the end of the hallway. She instantly thought about the clue and wondered if Mr X had replied. What was the harm in checking? It would only take a couple of minutes. So Kristina made her way to the study, switched on the laptop and signed in to her email account.



She couldn’t help feeling a rush of excitement when she saw that she had a new message, but it soon disappeared when she clicked on the message and found that it was an email from the company hosting the email account. By the looks of it, it was a standard email sent out to all their members, telling them about their free services. This particular email was informing everyone of their instant web messenger service. Kristina was about to delete it when she suddenly had an idea. What if she sent a request to Mr X? It was all very well, him sending her perfectly thought out clues but what if she could find out who he really was? He might slip up and give her a small clue to his identity without realising it. Without giving it another thought, Kristina downloaded the messenger service and sent an IM request to Mr X. But now what? Kristina decided to have her bath as planned, but would check her mail one more time before going to bed.



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Urs closed the door of his apartment and carefully placed his helmet on the table in the hall way, before shrugging off his leather jacket and hanging it up. He then made his way in to the lounge and before doing anything else, he switched on his laptop. While he was waiting for it to start up, he sat down and kicked off his boots. He’d been out riding his motorbike for the past hour, but he was longing to know if Kristina had figured out his first clue, so in the end he had cut his ride short and come back home.



It wasn’t long before the laptop had loaded and Urs was signed in to his email account. He had two new messages. He read the first one, from Kristina. He grinned to himself, when he read her answer. She had sent the correct answer but he wasn’t going to send her the next clue just yet. He would make her wait until tomorrow morning. Urs then read the next message. It was an instant message request, from Heavensent. Kristina wanted to talk to him? Correction; Kristina wanted to talk to her secret admirer. Maybe this email idea of his wasn’t as foolproof, like he had first thought. He hadn’t even considered this possibility. He could refuse it. He didn’t have to say yes, after all this wasn’t part of the deal. He was only supposed to send her emails, but he was tempted to accept the request. He was longing to have contact with her, even if she didn’t know it was him. But if he did accept he would have to think carefully before he replied to any messages. The temptation was too great to resist. Urs accepted the request.



When Kristina had finished drying herself off, she slipped on a clean night shirt and went downstairs to check her mail. She didn’t have any new messages. Kristina then decided to sign in to the messenger service and see if her request had been accepted. Sure enough, it had. Mr X was showing as ‘online’. But now what did she say? Kristina pulled her chair closer to the desk and made herself comfortable.



Urs was about to sign out of his account when his laptop beeped and a small pop up window appeared, telling him that Heavensent has just signed on. Urs could feel his heart racing, the way it always did when it concerned Kristina. He was excited at the thought of talking to Kristina but he had to be careful, he had to think about every word he said. She mustn’t have any idea it’s him. Another small window popped up; this time it was a message.



Heavensent: Hello



Urs’ hands started to shake, from both nerves and excitement. He shook his head, chuckling to himself, when he realised he had a huge grin plastered on his face.



Mr X: Hello Kristina. How are you this evening?



Heavensent: I’m fine thank you. How are you?



Mr X: I’m doing well.



Heavensent: I guess first things first, I should thank you for the bracelet. It’s lovely but looks very expensive.



Mr X: Only the best for you.



Heavensent: Thank you but I’d rather you didn’t waste your money.



Mr X: It’s not a waste as far as I’m concerned but I will make you a deal. I promise not to buy you anything else. Okay?



Urs smiled to himself, remembering his purchase of a blue silk dress earlier that day. It wouldn’t be long now, until Kristina would receive his gift.



Heavensent: Okay. Did you get my email?



Mr X: Yes, I read it.



Heavensent: Did I get the right answer?



Mr X: I can’t tell you until tomorrow. Remember the rules.



Heavensent: I haven’t forgotten but can’t you at least tell me if I’m right?



Mr X: You’ll just have to be patient.



Heavensent: I’m not very good at being patient.



Urs knew only too well how impatient Kristina was. He chuckled to himself, remembering the time when he and Kristina had brought their costumes for the party and Kristina had pleaded with him, to let her see his costume.



Heavensent: Can I ask you a question?



Mr X: Of course you can. But I can’t guarantee I will answer it.



Heavensent: What happens if I get all the clues right?



Mr X: I explained everything in the letter. When you get all the clues right, I will tell you who I am.



Heavensent: I understand that part, but I meant afterwards.



Mr X: What do you mean?



Heavensent: What happens when you tell me who you are? What do you think is going to happen between us? What do you want from me?



Mr X: I’m hoping we can be friends. But I would be lying if I said that I didn’t hope for something more.



Heavensent: But I don’t even know you.



Mr X: Are you sure about that?



Heavensent: Does that mean we’ve met before?



Mr X: Possibly.



Heavensent: You might like these guessing games but for all I know, you could be some weirdo who’s decided to send me all these clues and gifts. Some people might call that stalking.



Mr X: Do you think that’s what I’m doing? Stalking you?



Urs waited patiently for Kristina’s reply.



Heavensent: I’m not sure what to call it. But try to look at it from my point of view. To me you’re a complete stranger, who’s sent me letters, left me gifts and somehow managed to gain access to my house. And just so you know, I’ve had all the locks changed today so don’t even think about trying to get in to my house again.



Urs couldn’t believe it. He was hoping that Kristina would be flattered at having a secret admirer and he would be able to win her heart. Instead, he had managed to convince her that she was being stalked and was scared enough to have all her locks changed. This wasn’t going to plan.



Mr X: I’m sorry, Kristina. It was never my intention to scare you. I will tell you that I am someone from your past and that we once shared something very special. Please believe me when I say that I would never do anything to harm you. This is the only thing I could think of to get your attention.



Heavensent: Why don’t you try talking to me like a normal person instead of going to all this trouble?



Mr X: I have my reasons. You will find out why, all in good time.



Heavensent: So what happens next?



Mr X: Check your email in the morning and you will find out.



Heavensent: You’re really not going to give anything away are you?



Mr X: No. I have this planned down to every last detail.



Heavensent: I just hope you won’t be disappointed when things don’t work out how you want them to. I’m not looking to start a relationship.



Mr X: Why not? Surely you can’t be happy being single.



Heavensent: Like you, I have my reasons. And how do you know I’m single?



Urs suddenly realised his mistake as soon as Kristina asked him that question. What could he say? He could hardly tell her that he knew she was single because David had told him, when she had announced she was moving back to London. That would give the whole game away.



Heavensent: I asked you a question. How do you know I’m single?



Mr X: We have a mutual friend, that‘s all I will tell you. But please, tell me, why are you single? Has someone hurt you?



Kristina wasn’t sure how to reply. Even though she didn’t know who she was talking to, she found herself ‘wanting’ to talk to him. Maybe it was simply a matter of curiosity, in the hope of finding out more about her admirer. But she wasn’t about to start telling him her life story to a stranger. Who ever he was though, he was right. Kristina had been hurt, and she was afraid of it happening again. Kristina was also afraid that if she started dating again, she would constantly be comparing people to Urs, knowing full well that she would never find anyone quite like him again. Her short lived relationship with Tyler had already proved that she would never be entirely over him.



Mr X: Kristina?



Heavensent: If it’s alright with you, I’d rather not discuss this right now. I’ve still no idea of who you are and I don’t feel comfortable discussing my personal life with a stranger. I’m tired; it‘s been a long day.



Mr X: I understand. And I meant what I said earlier. I am sorry if I’ve caused you any distress. I didn’t mean to scare you.



Heavensent: It’s okay. Stick to the emails and we’ll get along fine.



Mr X: Sleep well, beautiful one.



Heavensent: You too. Goodnight.



Kristina signed out of the messenger service, a faint smile playing on her lips, when she read his last message to her; sleep well, beautiful one. Who ever he was, he certainly had a way with words. But who was he? Who was Mr X? The only clue he had given her, was that he was someone from her past, they had a mutual friend and one she was obviously still in touch with for him to know about the current state of her love life. And how could she forget his other reply; they had once shared something special.



Kristina had been very career focused throughout her life, and although she sociialised with friends, she just didn’t have the time need to keep a serious relationship going. So there hadn‘t been that many ‘special‘ men in her life.



There was Harvey but Kristina knew that this wasn’t Harvey’s style. Besides, who ever it was, was way too polite and he‘d put too much care and thought in to all of this.



There was David but he was with Angie and they both knew that they would never be anything more than good friends.



And then there was Urs but Kristina knew it couldn’t be him. He might love her but not enough to stay with her.



And last of all, there was Tyler. Kristina couldn’t see him going to this much trouble when she had caused him so much pain.



Kristina knew that Abigail suspected Urs was her secret admirer but although she and Urs were no longer seeing each other, he was most definitely not someone from her past. At this moment in time, he was very much in her life. She might not see him everyday but that didn’t stop him finding his way in to her thoughts and her dreams. She longed to be able to forget about her feelings for Urs and to find some normality in her life again.



Kristina yawned, as she switched off the laptop and slowly made her way upstairs, wondering what her life would’ve been like if she had never met Urs. Would she still be with David? Would they be married? Would she be a mother? She would never know the answers to these questions now; Urs had made sure of that.



If only life could be simple. Why couldn’t she just turn back the clock, back to the night of the Tony Awards? If only she’d listened to David and stayed at home that night. If only she had stayed in New York instead of going to Paris and staying with Urs, like David had asked. She would never have met Urs, she would never have fallen in love with him and she would never had made so many bad mistakes, hurting so many people in the process, herself included. Then she would never be in the mess she was in now, trying to move on, trying to forget a man that claimed to love her but couldn’t bear to be with her.



Who ever said ‘it’s better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all’ didn’t know what they were talking about, Kristina thought, as she slipped under the bed sheets. What could be worse than to have someone tell you they love you but then end it?

***** CHAPTER 146 *****



Kristina woke the next morning and the first thing she thought of was Mr X; she wondered if he had replied to her email. She literally jumped out of bed, and rushed downstairs to switch on her laptop. There was no denying it, she was looking forward to finding out if she had the right answer and to see what her next clue would be. Did she really know what she was getting herself in to though? She had sworn she would stay single but she was curious to find out who her admirer was. Was she crazy or just pathetic? Perhaps a bit of both, but it was fun and it took her mind off Urs.



The laptop made a small beep, alerting her that she had new mail. That same smile played on her lips, as she opened the email. She had guessed correctly. But the smile was soon replaced with a frown as she continued to read the clue. There was a catch with this clue; she had a time limit. Kristina leant back in her chair and sighed. She only had between 10am and 5.30pm everyday until she got the right answer. It would stay like that until she solved the clue. Kristina was definitely going to need help with this next clue. She picked up the phone and pressed the speed dial button.



“Abigail? It’s Kristina. What are you doing today?”



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Come 9 o’clock, Abigail was waiting outside for Kristina. She had eagerly volunteered to help Kristina with her second clue. She was just as keen to find out who her sister’s admirer was and the quicker they solved the clues, the sooner they would find out who he was.



“Come on then.” Abigail said, as Kristina got in to the taxi, waiting to take them in to town. “Let me read today’s clue.”



“You’re really enjoying this , aren’t you?” Kristina giggled, as she handed the piece of paper with the second clue scrawled on it.



“Can you blame me?” Abigail said, taking the paper. “This is exciting!”



“It might be exciting now but what happens when I get all the clues right and I end up meeting him?” Kristina asked, screwing her face up. “You’re okay, you don’t have to see him but he could be my worst nightmare.”



“Or he could be the man of your dreams.” Abigail replied. “Did you bring the A-Z?”



“Got it here.” Kristina replied, tapping her bag. “Why? Do you think you know where we’re supposed to go?”



“No idea.” Abigail replied. “I just don’t want to get lost. What do you think he means when he says ‘Modern Art is Rubbish. If you don‘t believe me, check the newspapers‘?” Abigail added, looking back at the clue.



“I don’t know.” Kristina shrugged. “Maybe he just doesn’t like art.”



“No, there’s got to be a reason for it.” Abigail decided



Kristina then thought of something and Abigail noticed the expression on her sisters face.



“What is it?” Abigail asked.



“I was thinking…” Kristina sighed. “When me and Tyler went on our first date, he took me to the Serpentine Gallery.”



“I thought you said it wasn’t Tyler that was doing this.” Abigail commented.



“I don’t think it is.” Kristina replied, frowning. “But it just seems odd that this guy should mention art, that’s all.”



Abigail then asked the taxi driver to pull over and paid the fare.



“Why have we stopped here?” Kristina asked, getting out of the taxi.



“I want to buy a newspaper.” Abigail replied, heading for a news stand. “The clue said ’check the papers’ so that’s what I’m doing.”



After buying a newspaper, Abigail and Kristina found an empty bench and started looking at every page. It wasn’t long before they came to a large advert, promoting an event called ‘Love London Recycled Sculpture Show’ which featured 21 ‘remarkable sculptures‘. They included a shark made of discarded hubcaps, a polar bear cub made of plastic bags and a dinosaur made from old tyres.



“It looks like that’s where we’re meant to be going.” Abigail said, pointing to the advert. “London Zoo.”



“London Zoo?” Kristina said, not entirely convinced.



“Well, I can’t see many other places advertising art as rubbish, can you?” Abigail replied. “Come on, let’s get another taxi. My feet are killing me and Junior won’t give me a minutes rest.”



They soon arrived at London Zoo, paid for their tickets and were now looking at the clue again; to find out where they should be going next.



“So what’s the next line again?” Abigail asked.



Kristina unfolded the piece of paper with the clue on it and read it out.



“Modern art is rubbish. If you don’t believe me, check the papers. Sonni and Cher can point you in the right direction. If you get stuck, just ask for Guy. When you find him, perhaps you can tell me where he is. And be careful; he‘s not your average man.”



“I guess he means Sonny and Cher the singers.” Abigail said, frowning.



“Maybe, but he’s spelt Sonny’s name wrong.” Kristina commented. “He’s spelt it with an I instead of Y.”



“Well whoever it is, at least you know your Mr X can’t spell.” Abigail laughed.



“Very funny.” Kristina said, rolling her eyes.



“Ah but hang on.” Abigail said, suddenly remembering something. “Perhaps it’s meant to be spelt that way, just live Beverley was spelt with an ‘e’ in the last clue.”



“Okay but what are Sonni and Cher going to be doing at London Zoo?” Kristina asked.



“I don’t know.” Abigail replied. “They’re not really from our era so I don’t know much about them. Perhaps they opened a new enclosure here. It could mean anything.”



“Let’s ask someone.” Kristina suggested; when she saw one of the keepers walking past.



Abigail remained seated while Kristina spoke with the keeper. The baby kept moving and was causing her some discomfort. She only had few more weeks to go; and the sooner the better as far as she was concerned. She didn’t like carrying this extra weight.



“So are we any closer to finding out the answer?” Abigail asked, when Kristina returned a few minutes later.



“Yep!” Kristina replied, grinning. “Apparently Sonni, with an I, and Cher, are two red-face black spider monkeys here at the zoo. So guess where we‘re going next.”



“To see Sonni and Cher?” Abigail said, making a move to stand up.



“Got it in one.” Kristina said, helping her sister up from the bench.



Kristina and Abigail followed the directions on the map in the pamphlet, provided by the zoo and found Sonni and Cher. But once they were there, they had no idea where to go next. The clue said Sonni and Cher would point them in the right direction but apart from a small sign giving background information on the monkeys natural habitat, Kristina and Abigail couldn’t see any obvious signs leading them to the next clue.



“I guess we ask someone again.” Kristina said, looking around for another member of staff.



“But what do we ask?” Abigail sighed.



“It says here; if we get stuck ask for Guy.” Kristina replied, looking at the clue. “Wait here.” Kristina added, as she approached one of the keepers.



A minute later; Kristina returned grinning.



“Come on.” Kristina said, taking her sister by the arm. “This way!”



“Where are we going?” Abigail asked, letting her sister lead the way.



“To see Guy.” Kristina replied. “I know where he lives. I think we might have just solved the second clue.”



Kristina stopped when they came to a clearing in the centre of the zoo. There in front of them was a bronze statue of Guy; one of London Zoo’s most famous gorillas.



“Abigail, I’d like you to meet Guy.” Kristina said, pointing to the statue. “Residence; Barclay Court, London Zoo.”



“You’re one step closer to meeting your Mr X.” Abigail commented. “Now can we please go home? I’m getting cravings for a banana and onion sandwich with loads of mayo.”



“Abigail please.” Kristina said, with a look of disgust on her face. “That’s gross.”

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Abigail opened the door to her and Carlos’ apartment; Kristina followed her inside.



“Did you want me to make some tea?” Kristina asked. “You look tired.”



“No it’s okay I’ll do it.” Abigail replied. “Like I said, I’m craving a banana, mayo and onion sandwich. Somehow I don’t think you’ll want to make that.”



“Too right.” Kristina laughed, sinking in to one of the arm chairs. “Just the thought of it makes me feel sick. I’ll leave you to it.”



“I’ll be five minutes.” Abigail said, before disappearing down the hallway and going in to the kitchen.



Kristina had just picked up the television remote and was about to switch it on when the front door opened. She expected to see Carlos but was surprised to see Urs.



Urs stopped in the doorway as soon as he saw Kristina, staring at him with a startled look on her face.



“Urs move!” Carlos said, suddenly appearing behind Urs. “This thing is heavy.”



“Sorry Carlos.” Urs said, quickly turning around and helping him carry in a large flat box.



“Kristina!” Carlos said, surprised to see her. “What are you doing here?”



“Nice to see you too, Carlos.” Kristina smiled, taking a deep breath, before getting up from the arm chair. Her heart was thumping heavily against her chest at seeing Urs again.



“Sorry, it’s just that I didn’t expect to see you.” Carlos replied, leaning the box against the wall. “It’s not Abigail is it? Is she okay?”



“She’s fine.” Kristina said, reassuringly. “I just needed her help to solve another clue.”



“Another clue?” Carlos said, shrugging his jacket off. “Oh I remember now; your secret admirer, Mr X.”



“Yeah that’s the one.” Kristina answered.



“Did you manage to solve it?” Carlos asked, as he hung up his jacket.



“Of course.” Kristina replied.



“So it won’t be long before you get to find out who it is.” Carlos commented.



Kristina smiled at Carlos, feeling a little uncomfortable. She could sense Urs watching her and glanced at him briefly, but then looked back at Carlos.



“Where’s Abigail?” Carlos asked, looking around.



“In the kitchen.” Kristina replied. “She was making tea and one of those awful sandwiches.”



“Oh no, not again.” Carlos said, making a face.



The room then fell deathly quiet.



“Urs take a seat. I’m just going to go and say hello to Abby.” Carlos said, making a quick exit; deciding that Kristina and Urs might benefit from some time alone together. He knew that they hadn’t spoken since Kristina’s return to London a few days earlier.



When Carlos had gone, Kristina sat back down in her chair. Yet again she had been taken by surprise to see Urs and didn’t know what to say; in fact she didn‘t want to talk to him at all. She still couldn’t forgive him for ending things the way he did.



“Hi.” Urs said, nervously slipping his hands in to his pockets.



“Hi.” Kristina said, coolly.



“So… how’ve you been?”

***** CHAPTER 147 *****

Urs took off his jacket and carefully placed it on the back of the chair. Kristina’s aloof attitude towards him hadn’t gone unnoticed. Urs was a little surprised at her reaction to him, but then he guessed it was normal. He was probably the last person she expected to see and maybe she felt uncomfortable after her sudden departure with no explanation.


“Good.” Kristina said. She was surprised at how calm and collected Urs seemed. He didn‘t seem bothered by being around her. It was almost as if nothing had ever happened between them. “How are you?”


“We’ve been busy with interviews but I’m sure Carlos or Abigail have told you that already.” he replied, sitting down in the chair opposite her.


“Yes, they’ve told me a little bit about what you guys have been up to.” Kristina replied. “But we haven‘t really spoken about the group.”


Kristina then looked in the direction of the kitchen; hoping that Carlos or Abigail would soon reappear so that she didn’t have to make polite conversation with Urs.


“What’s this about a secret admirer?” Urs asked.


“Oh it’s nothing really.” Kristina said, offhandedly. “Just some weirdo who keeps sending me cryptic messages.”


"Was that what you meant when you talked about solving clues?” Urs asked.


Kristina nodded.


“And you’re trying to solve his clues?” Urs continued, doing his best to keep the conversation going and to get Kristina to talk to him. “What’s it all in aid of?”


“I have to solve seven clues.” Kristina replied, looking back at Urs. “When I solve them all, he’ll tell me who he is.”


“And you’ve no idea who it can be?” Urs asked. Urs didn’t want to seem too interested in her admirer, but he was keen to know exactly what Kristina thought about his plan.


“No idea.” Kristina replied. “And I don’t really care.”


“So why solve the clues?” Urs asked, now curious as to why she was going along with his game if she wasn’t interested in finding out who it was.


“Something to do.” Kristina said, shrugging. She didn’t feel comfortable talking to Urs, especially about someone who had an interest in her. One thing that bothered her though, was the fact that Urs didn’t seem to be jealous of her having an admirer. But the thing that troubled her most, was that she ’wanted’ Urs to be jealous. But why? Was it simply because she wanted to prove a point to him? To show him that she could still attract the attention of other men? Or was it because no matter how many times she tried to tell herself that she didn’t love him anymore, she knew deep down, that she was lying to herself. She still loved him.


“So how’s work?” Urs asked, when he noticed Kristina’s body language change. She didn’t look comfortable.


“Same as always. Busy.” Kristina replied, glad for the change of subject. “I was lucky enough to get my old office back.”


“You’re back at Cavendish?” Urs asked, surprised.


Kristina nodded. “Yes, it’s nice to be somewhere familiar.”


“I didn‘t realise.” Urs said. “But why haven’t you taken over our campaign again?”


“I don’t think that’s a good idea after everything that’s happened. Do you?” Kristina replied. “Besides, there’s no reason for me to take over. I’m sure who ever is working on it, is doing a great job.”


“I’m sure you could do a much better job.” Urs remarked.


Kristina was at a loss for words. Did Urs really think that she would want to be near him again after the way he had treated her?


“You look good.” Urs said, suddenly.


“What?” Kristina said, caught off guard.


“I said you look good.” Urs replied, smiling. “You’ve grown your hair. It suits you.”


“If you keep being nice to me, I might not recognise you.” Kristina said, picking up her bag.


“Krissy? Why are you…”


“Look I have to be somewhere.” Kristina said, getting to her feet. “I’m going to say goodbye to Carlos and Abigail and then I have to go.”


“You’re leaving already?” Urs asked, standing up.


“Isn’t that what I just said?” Kristina said, turning and leaving the room.


As Kristina made her way down the hallway, she let out a heavy sigh; she couldn’t believe Urs was here. She had only passed him briefly in the corridor the other night, when leaving Abigail’s apartment and she took her reaction to him as simple shock. She had spent so long trying to forget about him and she thought she was finally over him. But no matter how much she denied it, she knew that she still had feelings for him. Yet even though her love for him remained, over the past few months, her anger towards him had grown. She could understand him not being able to cope with her illnesses, but to take the easy way out by leaving her a note, to not even discuss it, and to then carry on as if nothing had ever happened, Kristina couldn’t forgive him. There was no way she was going to let him sweet talk his way back in to her life. Kristina was about to enter the kitchen when she heard her name mentioned.


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“I’m sorry, Abby.” Carlos apologised. “I didn‘t think Kristina would be here and I needed help with the furniture for the baby’s room. Urs volunteered.”


“That’s okay.” Abigail said, turning to face him. “You weren’t to know. And besides, those two can‘t keep avoiding each other. They have to talk sometime.”


“That’s why I’ve left them alone in there.” Carlos commented. “I just hope they don’t kill each other.”


“Some how I don’t think that will happen.” Abigail smiled. “You said it yourself; Urs was like a different man, when he found out Kristina was coming back. It‘s so obvious he still loves her and although I still have no idea why she left, I know Kristina still loves him.”


“I‘m sure they‘ll work things out eventually.” Carlos said, smiling at Abigail.


“Yes but there’s just one small problem.” Abigail sighed. “Have you forgotten that Urs now has a girlfriend? I don’t think they’ll be able to sort anything out while Urs is seeing Verity. Ever heard of three‘s a crowd?”


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The hairs on her arms stood up as Kristina let out a small gasp, when hearing that Urs had a girlfriend. Kristina knew that they both had to move on with their lives but she certainly hadn’t expected Urs to move on so quickly. Deep down she hoped that Urs still cared for her and that he might have had second thoughts about ending things. But now she knew for certain that any hope of Urs changing his mind was gone. So why was he being so nice to her? Did he think that she had forgotten everything that had happened between them and he expected her to do the same? Kristina took a deep breath and knocked on the kitchen door before walking straight in.


“Sorry guys but I have to go.” Kristina said, cheerfully. “Doctors appointment.”


“Oh I didn’t realise it was today.” Abigail frowned. “I was going to ask you if you wanted to stay and have something to eat with us.”


“It’s okay.” Kristina replied. “I can always come over another time.”


“Alright, let me know what the doctor has to say.” Abigail said, hugging her. “And give me a call if you need any more help with the next clue.”


“Don’t worry.” Kristina quietly laughed. “You’re top of my list.”


Kristina said goodbye to Carlos and Abigail and walked back in to the lounge to collect her bag and jacket. Urs was still there and Kristina got the distinct impression that he was waiting for her.


“Krissy?” Urs said, quickly standing up. “I was wondering, did you want to come back to my apartment? I have something for you.”


“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Kristina mumbled to herself, as she picked up her jacket and slipped it on. Did he really think she was going stay with him any longer than she had to?


“I still have your mobile phone from when you left the hotel that night and… and I didn’t know what to do with it so.…” Urs stuttered.


“So you kept it?” Kristina finished for him, taken aback.


“Well, what was I supposed to do with it?” Urs asked, becoming defensive. “You left it in my room and then you didn‘t come back, so I figured…”


“Okay, okay that’s enough!” Kristina said raising her voice, holding her hands up. Kristina had completely forgotten about her mobile that she had left in Urs’ hotel room. It seemed such a long time ago and she had never even considered the possibility that Urs would actually keep it.


“I didn’t know if you had any important numbers on it.” Urs said, quietly. “I know I should’ve probably given it to Carlos or Abigail but… it’s silly. I always hoped that you would call me.”


Kristina looked at Urs, amazed at his arrogance. What possible reason could she have for contacting him? He had made it quite clear that he wanted nothing more to do with her and that their relationship was over. Did he think her so weak, that she would beg him to reconsider?


“Did you still want it?” Urs asked.


“I…I don’t know.” Kristina stuttered, still surprised that Urs had kept the mobile. “I bought another one when I arrived in New York and I’ve got by just fine with out it. Maybe it’s best if you just throw it away.”


“If that’s what you want.” Urs sighed.


“There’s no point in keeping it.” Kristina replied. “But thanks for holding on to it.”


“Not a problem.” Urs said, smiling weakly.


Kristina found herself staring at Urs, mulling over what he had said. Did he really want her to contact him? Did he honestly think she would call him after he had left her that note? Kristina lowered her eyes and looked at the floor. She couldn’t bring herself to look at Urs, as she was reminded of her last few moments with him; images of them together flashed through her mind. She was beginning to wish she’d made her excuses and left as soon as she’d seen Urs arrive. She didn’t want to go down this road again and she certainly didn’t want to start talking about the past and dredging up old memories; painful memories.


“Krissy?”


“It’s time I left. I have an appointment.”


“Yes, I know.” Urs replied, following her to the door. “You have to see the doctor.”


Kristina stopped, just as she was reaching for the door handle and turned to look at Urs.


“I... I overheard you telling Abigail and Carlos.”


Urs shuffled his feet, as he put his hands back in his pockets, embarrassed at being caught out at his obvious eavesdropping. “If you want, I could give you a lift.”


“You have a car?” Kristina asked, surprised.


“No, I still have my bike.” Urs replied, now sounding hopeful. “I have that spare helmet that you used last time. It would only take me a couple of minutes to go and get the keys and the helmets.”


“Thanks but no thanks.” Kristina said, opening the door. “I’ll get a taxi.”


“As long as you’re sure.” Urs said, reluctantly. “I know how much you hate the doctors.”


Kristina wasn’t sure what to make of Urs. He seemed to be constantly surprising her with kindness, something that she wasn’t expecting after he had ended things so abruptly between them. It was both unnerving and touching yet Kristina didn’t want to start getting close to Urs again only to be let down. She had to keep her distance.


“I appreciate the offer, Urs. Really I do.” Kristina said, politely. “But I think it’s best if I go alone. And besides, it’s taken me a while but I’ve got used to them. I’ve been going there on my own for a while now.”


“Oh?” Urs said, surprised. “Didn’t Tyler ever go with you when you were in New York?”


Urs noticed Kristina tense up at the mention of Tyler’s name. He knew he might be treading on thin ice, asking about Tyler; but he was curious to know more about their relationship.


Kristina looked towards the door; she was desperate to leave, not liking where the conversation was going.


“Good luck with the album, Urs.”


With that, she closed the door on him and headed for the stairs. She had to start as she meant to go on and that meant not letting Urs back in to her heart.

***** CHAPTER 148 *****


“Okay that didn’t go according to plan.” Abigail whispered to Carlos, as she peered around the doorway.


“So now what do we do?” Carlos whispered back.


“I don’t know.” Abigail replied, rubbing her back which was starting to ache again. She then looked at Carlos.


“What are you thinking?” Carlos asked, when he saw her grinning at him.


“What did you and Seb have planned for Kristina and Urs when you two decided to play matchmaker?” Abigail asked.


“Well we hadn’t really got around to planning much.” Carlos sighed. “David told us to keep out of it.”


“But that didn’t stop you.” Abigail smirked. “Both of you still went ahead and left flowers at Kristina’s place.”


“Yeah and then that secret admirer put a spanner in the works by leaving an expensive gift and now all these clues.” Carlos frowned. “How are we ever going to get these two together, now that we know Urs has some real competition and it‘s not me or Seb playing games?”


“How do we know it’s ‘not’ Urs sending Kristina the clues?” Abigail asked.


“I thought Kristina told you it wasn’t Urs.” Carlos replied.


“She did.” Abigail answered. “She also told me it’s not Tyler. But who says she’s right? She has no idea who it is, so who’s to say it’s not Urs doing all this?”


“I don’t think it is.” Carlos replied. “He’s never given us the slightest indication that he wants to get back with Kristina.”


“He kept her mobile.” Abigail commented. “And you heard him yourself; he hoped that she would call him so that has to mean something.”


“Yes but that was months ago.” Carlos replied. “What if he doesn’t feel the same way any more?”


“Why else would he invite her back to his place?” Abigail asked. “He could easily give the mobile to you or me.”


“You might be right.” Carlos said smiling. “But that still doesn’t solve the problem of Verity.”


“I‘ve been thinking about that and I don’t think there is a Verity.” Abigail remarked. “I think he made her up.”


“Why would he do that?” Carlos asked.


“I don’t know!” Abigail replied. “But have you ever seen her? Does he ever talk about her?”


“No I’ve never seen her but just because he doesn’t talk about her doesn’t mean she doesn’t exist.” Carlos replied. “Urs is a pretty private guy and doesn’t reveal much to anyone. He never has done.”


“Well you’ll just have to ask Urs outright.” Abigail told him. “Ask him if this Verity is for real.”


“I can’t do that!” Carlos said, looking horrified. “If you’re right and Verity doesn’t exist, he’s hardly going to admit it, is he?”


“Okay we’ll have to think of something else.” Abigail agreed. “But I’m positive Urs wants to try again with Kristina. I think he might have a game plan of his own. Still, there‘s no harm in giving him a little help.”


“There’s always Valentine’s Day.” Carlos said, wiggling his eyebrows. “That’s only a few dayas away. Let me have a word with Seb and see what we can come up with.”


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Kristina made her way to the small waiting area in the Neurology department, to see her new doctor. Her records had been sent from New York and now that she had planned on staying in London, she had to discuss her course of treatment and have another check up to chart her progress.


Over the last few years, Kristina had seen a lot of waiting rooms and this one was no different. The same hard plastic chairs, the unmistakeable hospital smell, blue painted walls, a pot plant and year old magazine’s that were there, week in and week out. After a ten minute wait, Kristina’s name was called and she was led down the corridor to meet her new doctor; Doctor Sherman. Kristina liked him. He seemed like an incredibly warm and caring man. Every question that Kristina asked, he was able to answer and put her mind at rest and he was pleased with her progress. Kristina had gone home feeling relieved.

When she arrived back at the house and while waiting for the laptop to start up, Kristina went in to the kitchen to make herself some tea and a sandwich. She had hoped to eat at Carlos and Abigail’s place but then Urs had arrived and Kristina had left earlier than planned. This meant she had arrived at the Neurology department over an hour early, so she had gone for a walk to clear her head until it was time to go for her appointment. But now she was hungry and her stomach was growling.


After making herself a cup of tea and a sandwich, Kristina went back in to the study to check her messages and to send an email to Mr X. She was in the middle of writing the email to Mr X, with what she thought was the correct answer to the second clue. But Kristina didn’t feel as enthusiastic about sending the clues to Mr X, like she had done the previous day. Before she had been quite happy just to go with the flow and solve the clues, knowing that what ever happened, nothing would come of it. She had no real interest in finding out who it was because even if she solved all seven clues, Kristina had no intention of meeting the mystery man and definitely wasn’t looking at starting another relationship with anyone. So why was she even considering going through with this? Perhaps Kristina was just making trouble for herself, encouraging the attention of someone, who she knew absolutely nothing about. Should she send the email with her answer to the clue?


Kristina was still trying to decide whether to click on the send button, when the doorbell rang. Her feet were aching from walking around London Zoo earlier that morning and then waiting for her doctors appointment, so Kristina hadn’t had much of a chance to relax. She let out a heavy sigh as she reluctantly got up from her chair and went to answer the door. When she opened it she came face to face with a young man, wearing a delivery uniform.


“Miss Sanders?”


“Yes.”


"I have a delivery for you.” he said, holding out a large box to her.


“For me?” Kristina said, taking the box from him. “But I haven’t ordered anything.”


“But you are Miss Kristina Sanders, aren’t you?” he said, double checking paperwork, making sure he had the right address.


“Yes, that’s me.” she replied.


“In that case, can you sign here please?” he asked, now holding out a pen and clipboard.


Kristina put down the parcel and took the clipboard from him. After signing for it, Kristina picked up the box and went inside, placing it on the coffee table in the lounge. With everything that had happened the last couple of days with mysterious gifts and cryptic clues, she wasn’t sure whether to open the box. She was afraid of what she might find but as usual, curiosity got the better of her. She sat down on the sofa and opened the box. There was a small envelope laying on the top of several layers of tissue paper. Kristina picked up the envelope and put it to one side to read later. But as she looked back at the box, she froze when she noticed a small piece of blue material between the sheets of tissue paper. It reminded her of the dress she had been admiring the previous day Kristina carefully parted the sheets of tissue paper and picked up the blue material. Sure enough, it was the same blue silk dress. Kristina took a deep breath and slowly let it out. The dress was incredibly expensive and Kristina couldn’t believe that someone had bought it for her. She carefully put the dress back in the box and opened the envelope.


When you solve all the clues and we finally meet, I hope that you will do me the honour of wearing this dress.


Mr X

It was from her secret admirer. Any doubts that Kristina had about sending the email with the answer to the second clue were now erased. There was no way she could continue with this game of his. It wasn’t just a matter of leaving gifts for her, or sending clues and emails. Who ever it was had been following her. How else would he know about the dress? This was taking things a little too far for Kristina’s liking.


Kristina picked up the phone, and dialled Abigail‘s number. Perhaps she had noticed someone hanging around yesterday but hadn’t thought anything of it at the time.


“Hello?”


“Abigail, it‘s me.”


“Hi Kristina. How did things go at the doctors?”


“Fine thanks, no problems. Listen, I know this might sound odd but you didn’t notice if anyone was following us yesterday, did you?”


“Following us? Of course not. What sort of a question is that?


“Well, it’s just that I’ve just had a parcel delivered.”


“Who from?”


“The infamous Mr X.”


“Really? What was it?”


“Do you remember the dress that I was looking at yesterday?”


“You mean the blue silk one?”


“Yeah, that’s the one.”


“Wait a minute, he bought it for you? Is this guy made of money?”


“It sure looks that way. But I can’t keep it.”


“Why on earth not?”


“Abigail, for him to buy me this dress, it meant he was following us yesterday. I just don’t like it, it‘s really freaking me out. I still have no idea who this guy is.”


“So what are you going to do?”


“Well what I’d like to do is return the charm bracelet to him but seeing as I don’t know who he is, I guess I don’t have any choice but to keep it. But I know what boutique he bought the dress from, so at least I can return it. Then I’m going to email this Mr X and tell him I’m not playing anymore.”


“Kristina, if you’re that worried, did you want to come and stay here tonight with me and Carlos?”


“Abigail, I‘ll be fine. But thanks for the offer.”


“Well, if you need us, you know where we are.”


“Honestly, I’ll be fine. I’d better go now. I have a dress to return and an email to write.”


After saying goodbye to Abigail, Kristina got up from the couch and sat down at her desk, thinking about how to word her email to Mr X.

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It hadn’t taken Kristina long to write her email to Mr X. She didn’t have much to say to him. She didn’t see any reason to go in to great detail. Kristina knew she didn’t owe him any explanations but she wanted him to understand why she was ending it. Kristina was double checking the email before sending it, when the doorbell rang again.


“I don’t believe this.” Kristina sighed. “Can’t I get a minutes peace?”


All she wanted to do was send the email to Mr X, have something to eat and then have a lie down. But it looked as if that wasn’t going to happen. Kristina pushed back her chair and stood up just as the doorbell rang for a second time. But this time they held the button down, allowing the bell to ring continuously.


“Okay! I’m coming.” Kristina yelled, hitting the send button on Mr X’s email. “Give me a break, will you!”


“Why was everyone so impatient?” she mumbled to herself as stormed out of the study and down the hallway.


“What?” she said, flinging the door open.


“Sorry, am I disturbing you?”


Kristina’s jaw dropped with shock, when she saw who was standing on her doorstep.


“Tyler! What are you doing here?"

***** CHAPTER 149 *****



“I haven’t come at a bad time, have I?” Tyler said, hesitantly when he saw the look on Kristina’s face.



Kristina stood staring at Tyler, still not believing that he was here. Tyler, the man that had walked out on her, was standing on her doorstep. What was he doing in London? But more importantly what was he doing here at her house? What could he possibly want? The last time they had spoken was when she had attended his father’s funeral. The time before that had been when he’d ended their relationship and moved out of their apartment to stay with Anna. Kristina didn’t think they had anything more to say to each other.



“What?” Kristina said, still dumbfounded.



“Have I come at a bad time?” he asked again.



“Well, I…I was planning on going in to town but…”



Kristina looked back down the hallway, in the direction of her study, thinking about the email she had just sent to Mr X and the dress that she still had to return. She had hoped to go back in to town and return it before they closed. The sooner she was rid of it, the sooner she could put an end to the whole Mr X situation.



Kristina looked back towards Tyler.



“Look, I can see you’re busy.” Tyler said, when he could tell that Kristina was obviously distracted by something. “I should’ve called first. I’ll go.”



“No, no, I’m sorry.” Kristina said, stepping aside. “It can wait. Please, come in“



Tyler looked a little sheepish as he stepped inside and Kristina closed the door after him. She was already feeling apprehensive being around Tyler, not knowing why he was here. Whatever his reason, she hoped it wouldn’t end in another argument.



“Can I get you something to drink?” she asked, nervously.



“I wouldn’t say no to a coffee if you’ve got some.” Tyler replied.



“I’ll see what I can do.” she replied, heading towards the kitchen. “Why don’t you go and sit down in the lounge and I’ll be in shortly.”



Tyler walked in to the lounge and placed his car keys on the coffee table. The large box on the table, addressed to Kristina, didn’t go unnoticed by him.



“Do you still take your coffee black?” Kristina called out from the kitchen.



“Yes, please.” Tyler called back, now slipping his jacket off and still eyeing the box on the table. He recognised the name of the boutique and knew that what ever was inside was definitely expensive. Tyler lifted one end of the box up and caught a glimpse of blue silk. As he lifted the lid even more he guessed that it was a dress and quietly closed the box. Tyler had seen the small envelope that was with the box. He knew it was wrong to pry but that didn’t stop him from taking a look at the card; he was anxious to know who was sending Kristina such expensive gifts. Quickly picking up the envelope, he read the card. It was from someone who called himself Mr X. Tyler heard Kristina approaching and quickly put the card back where he found it, literally seconds before Kristina returned with his coffee.



“I’m sorry about the mess.” Kristina apologised, holding the mug of coffee out to Tyler. “It‘s been non-stop all day and I haven‘t had a chance to clear away.”



“You don‘t have to apologise to me.” Tyler smiled, taking the mug from her. “I know how things can get.”



“Well at least let me clear that out of the way so you can put your coffee down.” Kristina said, picking up the box and placing it on an empty chair in the corner. She then sat down and waited for Tyler to speak; but he didn’t seem to be in any hurry explaining what he was doing in London.



“Tyler, I don’t want to appear rude but… why are you here?”



“I guess I’m the last person you expected to see.” Tyler smiled.



“You could say that.” Kristina said, laughing nervously. “I had no idea that you were even in England. Angie never said anything.”



“That’s because Angie doesn’t know.” Tyler replied. “I’m here on personal business.”



“Oh.” Kristina said, now suddenly wary of him. Did his personal business involve her, or was he simply ’passing by’?



They sat in silence for a few moments while Tyler slowly drank his coffee, and Kristina studied him with sideways glances. What possible reason could he have for coming to see her after everything that had happened between them?



“So, this personal business,” Kristina said, unable to bear the silence any longer. “Is it going to keep you here long?”



“Are you trying to get rid of me already?” Tyler said, jokingly.



“I’ve never tried to get rid of you, Tyler.” Kristina replied, seriously. “You left 'me'. Remember?”



“Yes, I’m sorry.” Tyler said, smiling weakly. “That was uncalled for. Forget I said it.”



Tyler took another sip of his coffee, placed his cup on the table and leant back in the arm chair.



“I’m only here for a few days. There are still a couple of things that need sorting out from my fathers estate.” Tyler continued. “It’s nothing big, but it’s just easier to deal with in person rather than over the phone and there were a couple of documents that needed my signature.”



Kristina didn’t respond, hoping that Tyler would continue with explaining why he was here. She didn’t like the way he had conveniently forgotten the fact that he had walked out on her. And now here he was, out of the blue, expecting her to laugh at his jokes and welcome him with open arms. They had only spoken once since their break up; it had been a few civil words to each other at his fathers funeral. Tyler’s arrival was unnerving. It was similar to the feeling she felt yesterday, when Urs surprised her with his friendly attitude.



Tyler picked up his cup and took another sip of his coffee, but then noticed Kristina eyeing him cautiously.



“That still doesn’t explain what I’m doing here now, does it?” Tyler said, almost as if reading her mind.



Kristina shook her head as Tyler finished his coffee and put down his now empty cup.



“I wanted to talk about you and me.”



“What about you and me?” Kristina asked, warily.



Tyler pulled at his tie, loosening it slightly. Before he had arrived at Kristina’s, he’d had everything straight in his head. He would apologise to Kristina for walking out on her and not giving her a chance to explain, hoping that they could bury the past and possibly give their relationship another go. But now after reading the card from Mr X, Tyler was no longer sure of what to say. Would he be competing for her affection? Would she listen to anything he had to say? He didn’t even know who Mr X was and by the sound of it, neither did Kristina. Why else would someone write Mr X, unless they didn’t want her to know their real name? Tyler decided to take things slowly until he knew more about Mr X.



“Tyler?”



“Hmm?” Tyler looked up, momentarily distracted by his thoughts.



“Sorry, I… I was thinking, and I’ll completely understand if you want to say no, but maybe…maybe I was a little hasty before.”



“A little hasty about what?” Kristina asked.



“About how I ended things between us. There was my fathers death and then…” Tyler paused briefly to look at Kristina and then continued. “...and then the whole business with Urs. I wasn’t thinking clearly at the time and I thought we could…”



“Tyler, please.” Kristina interrupted him. “Let’s not go there.”



“No wait, just hear me out.” Tyler said, getting up from the chair and sitting beside her on the couch. “I know things ended badly between us but I thought we could at least try and talk about it and clear the air.”



“Why? Why now?” Kristina asked. “It’s been three months since we broke up. The only time you would even speak to me was at your fathers funeral. What’s changed in that time?”



“It’s something that I’ve been thinking about for a while now. I feel bad about ending things the way we did.” Tyler explained. “It was totally out of character for me to act that way. I didn’t even give you a chance to explain what happened that night. I only listened to one side of the story. I only know what Anna told me.”



“Tyler, please, let‘s not talk about this.” Kristina pleaded, not wanting to be reminded of the events of that night.



“But I need to, Kristina.” Tyler replied. “I don’t want to leave things like this. I want to know that if we ever see each other again, that we could talk to one another and not have to worry about avoiding one another. Despite what’s happened between us, I still care for you. When I found out that there were things to be dealt with in London, I saw it as an opportunity to come and visit you.”



“I see.” Kristina said, stunned by his explanation.



“I thought it might help us both, if we talked about it.” Tyler continued. “Maybe if we talk about what happened that night, we can clear the air and put all this behind us. I would like us to remain friends if nothing else.”



“I’m all for being friends, Tyler but as for the rest of it, if it’s okay with you, I don’t want to talk about it.” Kristina told him. “I’ve moved on, that‘s all behind me now. The past is just that; the past.”



“I can understand that.” Tyler replied. “But I still think I could have done things a little differently. I shouldn’t have left the way I did, not when I knew how ill you were. You needed me. I promised you I would be there and I‘m sorry.”



“There‘s no need to apologise.” Kristina said, smiling weakly. “Even though I didn’t mean to, I hurt you. I should be the one apologising. I honestly thought we could make a go of things but then… Like you said, your father dying, Urs… I just made everything a whole lot worse for you and I don‘t blame you for leaving.”



“You don‘t?” Tyler said, obviously surprised.



“No, not anymore.” Kristina smiled. “I’ll admit that I did at first but that was because I was scared of being alone and I was angry with you! I’d just left my sister and my friends, to transfer to New York and move in with you and then at the first sign of trouble, you left. But I came to realise it was for the best. Like I said, I’ve moved on. I‘m happy with the way things are now.”



“And how are things now?” Tyler asked. “I mean…are you okay, health wise?”



“I’m doing fine.” Kristina replied, now relaxing a little. “I start back to work in a day or two, but I understand from Angie, that I’ve got my old office back.”



Tyler smiled. “That’s nice.”



“How about you?” Kristina asked. “Everything okay?”



“Great. It was hard at first, after losing my dad. But I’ve been kept busy with the new offices.” Tyler replied. “I’m really enjoying the work. I can see why you like it so much. I’ve been working alongside another publicist in New York and I’ve learnt a lot from him, he‘s good at his job.”



“Before you know it, you’ll be running your own campaigns.” Kristina smiled.



“Oh I don’t know about that.” he said, quietly laughing. “I still have a lot to learn.”



The two sat in silence but the air seemed to be a lot less tense than before.



“So have you been out shopping?” Tyler asked, knowing full well she hadn‘t.



“What?” Kristina frowned.



Tyler nodded in the direction of the dress box.



“Oh no, it was just something that was delivered by mistake. I have to return it. I was planning doing it later but… well, here you are.”



Kristina didn’t want to start having to explain all about her mysterious Mr X. There didn’t seem to be any point in telling Tyler, especially since she had just ended this little charade. But then a thought crossed her mind. What if ‘Tyler’ was her Mr X? The dress was incredibly expensive and money was certainly no object to Tyler. The same went for the bracelet too; it was another expensive item that Tyler wouldn‘t think twice about buying. Could it be a coincidence that he was now in London, just days after the gifts and clues started arriving?



“Are you okay?”



“Sorry?” Kristina said, looking back at Tyler.



“You look troubled.” Tyler replied. “Have I said something wrong?”



“No, of course not.” Kristina said, getting to her feet. “I was just thinking about something that’s all. Can I get you another coffee?”



“I’d love one but I really should be going.” Tyler said, standing up and picking up his keys and jacket. “I’ve only been in London a couple of hours. As soon as the jet landed, I checked in to the hotel and then drove straight here.”



“Oh.” Kristina said, surprised.



“I have to see the solicitor now but how about dinner tonight?” Tyler suggested, straightening his tie up. “I’d really like to talk to you and catch up on what you’ve been doing.”



“Dinner?” she said, now feeling uneasy again. “Tyler, you’re still my boss. You know how I feel about that. I‘m not going to go down this road again.”



“No strings attached.” Tyler assured her. “Just friends having dinner. Please.”



Kristina chewed on her bottom lip, deep in thought. In the weeks that had passed since Tyler had walked out on her, Kristina had struggled with her loneliness, now certain that she was going to be alone for the rest of her life. She struggled with the guilt of knowing she had hurt Tyler, a man that had always shown her compassion. She had tried to combat the pain and heartache that Urs had caused her, knowing that after everything he had done, she still loved him and missed him immensely. She had also overcome her fear of doctors.



She felt a great sense of pride, knowing that in this short amount of time, she had achieved a lot. Kristina had come a long way; getting her old job back, her old office, she was living in a house she considered home, she was coping with her illness and she was slowly but surely burying her feelings for Urs. Kristina had decided that she didn’t need a man in her life; that included Tyler. If she was meant to find someone then so be it; but until then she was resided to the fact that she would always be a single woman.



“Will you at least think about it?” Tyler asked softly, when he could see that Kristina still wasn‘t convinced it was a good idea. “I meant what I said. No strings attached, Kristina. Just friends having dinner.”



“Okay.” Kristina replied.



“Okay, you’ll have dinner with me?” Tyler asked.



“Okay, I’ll think about it.” Kristina replied, not wanting to do anything rash that she might regret later. “Have you still got the same mobile number, so I can give you a call later?”



“Yes, same one.” Tyler replied. “It might have been a bit presumptuous of me, but I’ve already booked a table at Bentleys for 8 o’clock.”



“You’re right, it was presumptuous of you.” Kristina smiled, as she followed him in to the hall. She was determined not to be rushed unto anything until she’d given it some serious thought or at least called Abigail. “I’ll let you know.”



“Okay, I understand.” Tyler sighed. “But at least let me give you a lift in to town. I know you said you were planning on returning that box and I‘ve held you up long enough. We could go straight to the boutique and you can return the box. I won’t be long at the solicitors, so if you‘re okay to hang on for say… twenty minutes, I could bring you home as well.”



“Well, if you don’t mind, it would help me out.” Kristina said thoughtfully, looking back in the direction of the lounge. “I really did want to return it today.”



“So go and get the box.” Tyler said, now feeling hopeful. “And then perhaps by the time you get home, you’ll have made a decision about having dinner with me.”



“Careful, Tyler.” Kristina warned him. “I’ve learnt a lot these past few weeks and I‘m not such a push over these days.”



“Okay message received. I‘m sorry.” Tyler replied, sheepishly. “I’ll wait for you in the car.”



Tyler made his way down the path and Kristina headed back in to the lounge to collect the dress. But as she picked up the box, Kristina glanced out the window to see him getting in to the car. Could it really be Tyler that had sent her the expensive looking gifts and the mysterious clues? She could be completely wrong, but it just didn’t strike her as being the sort of thing Tyler would do. Tyler had always been proud of the fact that he was open and honest about his feelings and always said what he thought. This really didn’t seem like Tyler’s style but it was just too much of a coincidence that he should show up now. Perhaps she should just say no to having dinner with him. If it was Tyler doing all this, then Kristina certainly didn’t want to encourage him or give him the wrong idea. But what would happen if she said yes? She could always ask him outright if he was her Mr X. But what was wrong with asking him now and not later? As Kristina headed out to the car, she was still undecided about his invitation to dinner. As soon as she got back from town, Kristina would call Abigail. She would know what to do.

***** CHAPTER 150 *****



After leaving Carlos and Abigail’s apartment, Urs had gone to the gym. He’d spent two hours working off his frustration, intent on not letting the situation between him and Kristina get to him. Despite her curt attitude towards him, Urs was sure that Kristina would warm to him and they would be able to talk to one another. He knew that things wouldn‘t be like they used to be, but it was obvious that Kristina couldn‘t wait to get away from him.

Urs switched on his laptop, wondering if Kristina had emailed him. He already knew from seeing her at Carlos and Abigail’s apartment, that she had the answer to the second clue. Now it was just a matter of seeing if she had the ‘right’ answer. He smiled when he saw that Kristina had emailed him. But as Urs read the email, his heart sank.

Mr X,

I’ve received your latest gift and I suppose I should say thank you. But I can’t accept something so expensive and that‘s why I’ll be returning it to the boutique.

Also, for you to know to what dress to send, means that you were following me. This is something I don’t feel comfortable with. I’ve decided that I don’t want to continue with this charade anymore and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t contact me again.

Game over!

Urs leant back in his chair and sighed heavily as he raked his fingers through his hair. This was not what he had in mind. He’d planned out everything so perfectly, that he never even considered the idea that he might scare Kristina. How could he be so stupid? Perhaps he should email her and explain things. But what if she didn’t read the email? She’d already asked him not to contact her again. No, something like this would be best done face to face. He had to explain it to Kristina, he had to apologise for scaring her but most importantly he had to make her understand why he had done it. Perhaps when he explained that he only did it because he still loved her and that he wanted to try again, she might understand.

But then what if he forgot all about this? What if he just accepted that Mr X was a bad idea and let Kristina think that her admirer had done as she asked; that he wouldn‘t contact her again. Urs could tell her straight out that he still loved her and that he wanted them to try again. But then that wouldn’t work as she might still worry about who Mr X was and if he was still following her. Urs had to do the honest thing and own up to being Mr X. Urs switched off his laptop, grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.

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Everything had gone smoothly at the boutique for Kristina. She explained to the lady that someone unknown to her, had sent her the dress and she didn’t think it right that she kept it. She had been very understanding and assured Kristina that she would inform the gentleman involved.

Tyler hadn’t been long at the solicitors and as promised; he had a given her a lift home. Kristina still hadn’t given him an answer about dinner and didn’t feel comfortable inviting him in the house again so soon. She was still getting over the shock that he had come to London to see her. And even if she was grateful to him for helping her out she didn’t want to encourage him either. So after parking up a few yards from her house, Kristina thanked him and said goodbye.

As she opened the gate and reached for her keys in her coat pocket, Kristina noticed something out of the corner of her eye. She looked up towards the house, she saw Urs sitting on her doorstep.

“Krissy!” Urs smiled.

“Urs? What are you doing here?” Kristina asked, walking up the path.

“I’ve been waiting for you.” Urs replied, standing up. “I really need to talk to you.”

Kristina then noticed the expression on Urs’ face change as he looked over her shoulder. She turned to see what he was looking at and then saw Tyler following her up the path.

“Tyler? What’s he…?” Urs cursed under his breath.

“Kristina, I know you said you’d….” Tyler stopped mid-sentence when he saw Urs standing next to Kristina. The muscles in Tyler’s face tightened and his fists clenched, as he dredged up a polite smile. “Hello.”

“Tyler.” Urs replied, sternly, nodding his head in acknowledgment. “Krissy?” he said, now focusing on her again.

“What?” she asked, nervously sensing that Tyler and Urs weren‘t happy to see each other.

“I really need to talk to you.” he said, his voice softening.

“Kristina, you haven’t forgotten about this evening have you?” Tyler interrupted.

“No, I haven’t forgotten, Tyler.” Kristina said, glancing over her shoulder.

“What’s happening this evening?” Urs asked.

“Nothing.” Kristina replied, quietly. “But now’s not a good time, Urs.”

“It’s important, Krissy, please.” Urs said, taking her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Kristina. What are we doing about tonight?” Tyler said, loudly.

Kristina pulled her hand away from Urs.

“I said I’ll think about it, Tyler.” Kristina replied, then looking back at Urs. “Can you tell me what it’s about, Urs?”

Urs gently took hold of her arm and pulled her to one side.

“I’d rather not say while he’s here.”

“Kristina?” Tyler called out.

“What?” she said, now getting irritated, and looking back at Tyler.

“The table’s booked for 8 o’clock.”

“I know, Tyler.” she replied, through gritted teeth. “Just give me a minute will you?”

“You’re seeing him again?” Urs asked, frowning.

“Why should it matter to you?”

“Because I was hoping that…” Urs was interrupted.

“Sorry Urs, but are you going to be long? I came a long way to talk to Kristina.”

“Can’t you see we’re trying to talk!” Urs snapped.

“Well we’re busy too.” Tyler said, raising his voice. “”We’re going out for dinner later. So why don’t you come back another time?”

“I haven’t said yes, Tyler.” Kristina said, sounding annoyed. “I said I would think about it.”

“I just assumed…” Tyler started to say.

“Never assume.” Kristina said, now glaring at him.

“Take the hint, Tyler.” Urs said, stepping towards him. “She’s not interested.”

“Oh and she’s interested in you?” Tyler sneered. “You two don’t even talk anymore.”

“Guys? Will you grow up?”

“Oh and you do?” Urs snapped. “That’s why you live in New York and Krissy lives in London.”

“Her name is Kristina not Krissy.”

“Excuse me but I’m still here you know.” Kristina said, standing between the two of them. “There’s no need to talk about me as if I don’t exist.”

“I’ve told you before, she likes me calling her Krissy. Surely that tells you something.”

“That doesn’t mean jack.” Tyler hissed. ”Why do you think she left London in the first place?”

“Knock it off, you two!” Kristina said, now raising her voice.

“I don’t know why Krissy left London. But perhaps you can tell me why she left New York.” Urs spat back.

“What do you mean you don’t know why I left?” Kristina said to Urs, puzzled by his comment.

“That’s none of your business.” Tyler shouted to Urs. “All you need to know is that I want her back so why don’t you back off?”

“Okay that’s it!” Kristina said, as she threw her hands up in the air in defeat, turned around and strode up the path towards the house. “I’m done with both of you.”

“Where are you going, Krissy?” Urs called out. “I still need to talk to you.”

“Kristina, what about our date?” Tyler asked, running up the path.

Kristina didn’t reply. She put the key in the lock, opened the door, and went inside, slamming the door shut.

“Krissy will never love you.” Urs glared at Tyler. “Not while she still loves me.”

“While she loves you?” Tyler snorted, walking back down the path. “She won’t even talk to you.”

“She’ll never take you back.” Urs yelled. “And I’ll prove it to you.”

“That sounds like a challenge to me.” Tyler said, stopping suddenly and looking back at Urs. “Is it?”

“Okay, why not.” Urs replied, confidently.

“In that case, may the best man win.” Tyler replied, making his way back to his car.

“You’ve already lost, Cavendish.” Urs muttered.

“You don’t stand a chance, Buhler.” Tyler mumbled to himself.

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“Abigail, it’s me.” Kristina sighed, as she flopped down in to the chair.

“Again? That’s twice in one day. What’s wrong?” Abigail asked.

“How long have you got?” Kristina replied, tucking the phone under her chin.

“Oh no, what’s happened now?” Abigail said, worriedly.

“Guess who showed up on my doorstep.” Kristina said, leaning her head back against the chair and closing her eyes.

“I haven’t got a clue.” Abigail replied. “Come on, just tell me.”

“Tyler.” Kristina said, waiting to see what Abigail’s reaction would be.

“Tyler?” Abigail mumbled. “What’s he doing coming to see you? I thought it was all over between you two.”

“It was. It is.” Kristina sighed again. “But he came here to apologise, saying he wanted us to be friends again and then he invited me to dinner.”

“Are you going to accept?” Abigail asked.

“I told him I would think about it.” Kristina replied. “But that was… that was before Urs showed up.”

“Urs? What? While Tyler was still there?” Abigail said, now curious as to why Urs would be there.

“Well, Tyler offered to drive me in to town, to take that dress back to the boutique.” Kristina explained. “Then he gave me a lift home. I said goodbye but when I got to the front door, I found Urs waiting for me and then Tyler came back and saw him. Things got a bit messy, they started arguing and Tyler let it slip that he wants us to get back together. They weren’t listening to me so I left them to it.”

“Where are they now?” Abigail asked. “And what did Urs want?

Kristina sat up in the chair and peered out the window.

“It looks like they’ve both gone now. And I never got to find out what Urs wanted. He just said that he needed to talk to me and that it was important.”

“What happens when Tyler comes back?” Abigail asked. “What are you going to tell him?”

“I don’t know.” Kristina replied, frowning into the phone.

“But you’re not going to start seeing him again, are you?” Abigail said, now worried that Kristina would do something silly. “I don’t think it would be a good idea. I mean, you’ve already told me that you two broke up because he couldn’t deal with the feelings you had for Urs. Tyler’s not even been back a day and he’s already caused trouble.”

“It wasn’t just Tyler.” Kristina said quickly. “Urs was to blame too.”

“Why are you defending Tyler?” Abigail asked. “If he hadn’t shown up, you and Urs would’ve been able to talk and sort things out.”

“There’s nothing to sort out.” Kristina said.

“If you say so.” Abigail sighed. “But please, just tell me you’re not going to have dinner with Tyler. It’s not like you love him is it? At least not like Urs.”

“Abigail!”

“What?” she said innocently. “All I’m saying is, he knows how you feel about Urs.”

“Correction…how I ‘used’ to feel about Urs.”

“Whatever! But he knows he’ll always be second best. If you start dating him, who’s to say the same thing won’t happen a few months down the line? Who‘s to say that he won‘t get jealous, as soon as Urs says as much as a ‘hello‘ to you and then he walks out on you again. He‘s still your boss in case you‘d forgotten. What about that golden rule of yours? Never date work colleagues.”

“I know. I mentioned that to him and he said it would just be friends having dinner. He‘s already booked a table for Bentley‘s later on.”

“But we now know that it’s not just friends having dinner, don’t we!” Abigail said, sounding annoyed. “And if it was dinner with a friend, it would be popping out for a burger and fries. Not some flashy oyster bar in Mayfair. By the sound of it, he’s been planning this for a while.”

“So that’s a no to dinner then?”

“Absolutely!” Abigail said, adamantly. “I think you should just say no and save yourself and him, a whole lot of heartache.”

“Okay, I get the message.” Kristina replied. “But there’s one more thing that I wanted to run by you. That dress that Mr X sent me…what if Tyler sent it?”

“Do you really think it’s him?” Abigail asked.

“I don’t know.” Kristina said, chewing her lip. “It’s not like he can’t afford the gifts. And it can’t be a coincidence with him back in London, just days after the clues start arriving.”

“When you put it like that, I guess it’s possible. You’ll have to ask him.” Abigail replied. “But whatever you do, just don’t have dinner with him. Phone him instead.”

“Why?” Kristina asked.

“Because I don’t want him sweet talking you in to doing something that you’ll regret.” Abigail answered. “I know what you’re like.”

“Give me some credit.” Kristina said, now offended.

“I’m sorry, Kristina.” Abigail apologised. “But Tyler’s totally wrong for you. I still think you and Urs…”

“Abigail I’m hanging up now!” Kristina interrupted, knowing exactly what she was going to say; and not wanting to hear it. “I’ll call you when I have some news. Bye.”

Kristina put down the phone before Abigail could object. She knew that Abigail wanted her and Urs to get back together. But she wouldn’t think that if Kristina told her the reason why she left London in the first place.

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“Who was that on the phone?” Carlos asked, walking in to the lounge.

“Kristina.” Abigail replied.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“No, no it’s not okay.” Abigail replied, as she started sifting through papers on the desk; looking for something. “Where’s your mobile?”

“I think I might have left it in my jacket.” Carlos replied, quickly getting up from the chair and following Abigail in to the hall. “Why? What’s happened? Is something wrong?”

“We have a problem.” Abigail said, searching through the pockets of his jacket until she eventually found his mobile.

“What sort of problem?” Carlos asked, puzzled by Abigail’s behaviour.

“Tyler’s back.” Abigail said, while scrolling through the contact list on Carlos’ phone.

“And why’s that problem?” Carlos said, still none the wiser as to why that was such a bad thing.

“It’s a problem because he’s just paid a visit to Kristina.” grinning when she found Urs’ number.

“Oh, what did he want?”

“Kristina!” Abigail replied, putting the phone to her ear after pressing the dial button. “He wants her to have dinner with him. He wants to get back with her.”

“So who are you calling now?” Carlos asked.

“Urs.” Abigail replied.

“Do you think that‘s a good idea?” Carlos said, worriedly.

“Yes! He needs to know what‘s going on.” Abigail replied. “Urs was waiting for Kristina to come home. He wanted to talk to her about something but then Tyler showed his face. Kristina thinks Tyler might be her Mr X.”

“I don’t think we should interfere, Abby.” Carlos said, following her back to the lounge. “We might make things worse.”

“Worse? If I don’t call Urs now, then things ‘will’ get worse.” Abigail frowned. “Kristina might do something stupid and let Tyler talk her in to going back to New York.”

“She wouldn’t do that would she?” Carlos asked.

“Nothing my sister does surprises me anymore.” Abigail said, sitting down. “She’s done some pretty crazy things these last few months but I can’t let her make the same mistake twice. She can’t start seeing Tyler again. Damn it, why isn‘t Urs answering his mobile?”

Abigail hit cancel on the phone and pressed the redial button. She had to get hold of Urs and talk to him before Tyler showed up again.