Love Like Ours

by Sophie Love

  L O V E L I K E O U R S

  (THE ROMANCE CHRONICLES—BOOK 3)

  S O P H I E L O V E

  Sophie Love

  #1 bestselling author Sophie Love is author of the romantic comedy series, THE INN AT SUNSET HARBOR, which includes six books (and counting), and which begins with FOR NOW AND FOREVER (THE INN AT SUNSET HARBOR—BOOK 1)— a free download on Kobo!

  Sophie Love is also the author of the debut romantic comedy series, THE ROMANCE CHRONICLES, which begins with LOVE LIKE THIS (THE ROMANCE CHRONICLES—BOOK 1).

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  BOOKS BY SOPHIE LOVE

  THE INN AT SUNSET HARBOR

  FOR NOW AND FOREVER (Book #1)

  FOREVER AND FOR ALWAYS (Book #2)

  FOREVER, WITH YOU (Book #3)

  IF ONLY FOREVER (Book #4)

  FOREVER AND A DAY (Book #5)

  FOREVER, PLUS ONE (Book #6)

  FOR YOU, FOREVER (Book #7)

  CHRISTMAS FOREVER (Book #8)

  THE ROMANCE CHRONICLES

  LOVE LIKE THIS (Book #1)

  LOVE LIKE THAT (Book #2)

  LOVE LIKE OURS (Book #3)

  LOVE LIKE THEIRS (Book #4)

  CONTENTS

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

  CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

  CHAPTER TWENTY NINE

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  EPILOGUE

  CHAPTER ONE

  Keira looked over at Cristiano in the airplane seat beside her. Despite the long, wearying journey, he looked as beautiful as ever; with his dark hair, olive skin, and chiseled jawline. In fact, Keira thought he looked even more beautiful than normal, if such a thing were possible, because of the way his eyes were huge and sparkling with excitement. Through the window, far below them, the lights of New York City at night glistened.

  “The roads are so straight,” Cristiano murmured, his expression one of awe. “Like a grid. But what is that gap?”

  She glanced down at the large, dark rectangle he was pointing at. “That’s Central Park.”

  Cristiano looked awed. “Oh, I get it. Central. Because it’s in the center.”

  Keira laughed at his childlike wonder. “Pretty much.”

  As the plane continued to shed altitude, Cristiano went back to gazing out the window.

  “The buildings are so high,” he murmured aloud.

  Keira giggled and ran her thumb across the back of his hand. Their hands had been interlinked throughout the entire flight, all the way from Verona, Italy, to New York City, and Keira had zero intention of letting go anytime soon.

  As the plane descended further through the clouds, their view of the magnificent city below grew sharper. Everything began zooming into focus as they got closer and closer to touch down; until they could make out individual taxis speeding along the roads, then the street lamps glowing yellow in the darkness, then the brighter lights of the airport. Finally, with a thud and squeal of tires, the plane was on the runway, juddering along whilst shedding speed until it was slow enough to taxi towards the terminal.

  “We’re here,” Keira beamed to Cristiano.

  He nodded, his expression eager. “I cannot quite believe it,” he muttered.

  “Honestly, neither can I!” Keira replied.

  Her last minute decision to invite Cristiano home with her had been, well, slightly ludicrous. But at no point throughout the flight had she felt as if she’d made the wrong decision, or acted in haste. It felt so right to have Cristiano beside her.

  At last the aircraft slowed to a halt and the seatbelt sign flicked off. They stood in unison, Cristiano collecting his small leather satchel from beneath his seat; the only bag he’d brought with him. Keira picked up her purse, then they filed off the aircraft with the rest of the passengers.

  Keira revelled in the sensation of stretching her legs properly for the first time in hours. Spending the best part of day on an airplane was becoming far too regular an occurrence for her, though she wouldn’t trade her job for the world. How many people would kill to spend three weeks touring Italy for work? She knew she was lucky to be a travel writer, and Viatorum, the magazine she wrote for, was becoming so much more than just a job to her. She had friends there — like Nina, the editor, and Elliot, her boss — not to mention a purpose. The opportunities Viatorum had given her were like dreams come true.

  But it was during the last trip to Italy that she had gained much more than just another published piece to her name. There, she had found love with Cristiano.

  As they waited at the baggage claim for her large traveling case, she could feel Cristiano’s eagerness to get out of the airport and start exploring the city. She could appreciate his impatience. She felt it too.

  Finally, her case appeared on the carousel. Like the gentleman he always was, Cristiano took it upon himself to collect it, then insisted on wheeling it on her behalf.

  They exited the airport in a hurry, filled with anticipation and excitement.

  They took the subway to the part of town where Bryn’s apartment was located, and headed up the steps towards the exit. The air was very cold, and Keira could feel a blast of icy air swirl down towards them. Cristiano heaved her case up the steps for her, then stopped on the sidewalk, placing the case beside her. Keira had never felt so excited at the prospect of doing laundry before, but the thought of cleaning and unpacking her luggage seemed suddenly very appealing!

  The sidewalks pulsed with energy, filled with busy people hurrying through life. Cristiano looked bemused by the sight, as though he simply could not understand why anyone needed to walk so fast.

  As they began to walk the couple of streets between the subway station and Bryn’s apartment, Cristiano looked around himself, wide-eyed with wonder. Keira found his childlike enthusiasm charming, and wondered whether she had made it look quite so endearing when they�
�d been on their whistle-stop tour of Italy.

  “There is so much of it,” he said to Keira. “Building after building after building! It is enormous!” But then he began to shiver and his teeth chattered as he spoke. “Is it always this cold?”

  Cristiano was dressed in one of his swanky Italian suits, gorgeous but entirely impractical. He started rubbing his arms. She rubbed them too, trying to warm him up through the thin fabric.

  “Only at this time of year,” she told him. “We ought to buy you a better coat.” She gestured to the closest high street clothes store. It was a big outlet store selling cut price, end of line stock. “We can find something for you from here.”

  By Cristiano’s expression, Keira could tell he was less than impressed with her choice!

  “I would rather wait and find a proper store,” he explained. “I can cope with being cold for a little while longer.”

  “You’d prefer to freeze than appear even temporarily unstylish?” Keira mocked him.

  “Of course,” Cristiano replied, with a smirk.

  But no sooner had the words left his mouth then a large gust of icy November wind rushed past them. Keira shivered, folding her arms tightly about her, then looked at Cristiano.

  “Poor thing,” she said, laughing. “You’re not in Italy anymore!”

  Cristiano relented quickly, and she steered him into the brightly lit store. He perused the racks of garishly colored wind breakers looking less than thrilled. So much for their days of fine Italian designer clothes shopping, Keira thought.

  Finally, he found a quilted black jacket — a cheap knock off version of the sort of thing a fashionable Italian man might wear — and purchased that.

  “Ten dollars,” he said, shaking his head. “It will fall apart within a week.”

  “It only needs to last you until we find the nearest Gucci,” she joked.

  They continued on, turning the corner onto Bryn’s street and walking its length before drawing to a halt outside the shabby brownstone apartment. It was boasting fresh graffiti, recently broken railings and numerous dead plants.

  “So this is it?” Cristiano asked, looking up at the tall apartment block ahead of him.

  To say he looked unimpressed was an understatement. His expectations must have been dashed by the shabby neighborhood Bryn lived in. He was probably feeling similar to how she had when she found herself in Naples.

  She hoped he wasn’t too disappointed, because things were only going to get weirder from this point onwards.

  “My sister’s a bit… well… let’s just say crazy,” she warned him. “You might want to brace yourself.”

  Cristiano laughed, clearly thinking she was making another one of her jokes.

  ‘Poor boy,’ Keira thought. ‘He has no idea what he’s in for!’

  CHAPTER TWO

  That Bryn had completely forgotten Keira would be returning today was immediately apparent the moment they stepped inside her apartment.

  It was a state. There were clothes and shoes strewn everywhere, a collection of stained wine glasses on the kitchen counter, and empty chips and dip containers covering the coffee table, which was also coated in a layer of crumbs. Keira winced at the sight of it. What would Cristiano think?

  To complete the picture of utter disarray, Bryn herself was lying on the couch snoring loudly. Makeup was smeared all over her face. Her sparkly sequined dress was barely covering her. Her red-lipped mouth hung-open.

  Keira grimaced and looked at her watch. It wasn’t even that late. Bryn must have had one of her marathon Saturday drinking sessions, starting at midday before bar hopping around town until she returned home and passed out on the couch.

  Just behind her, Keira could feel Cristiano lingering, hesitating. She was too filled with dread to turn around and assess his expression. Yes, she may have told him to brace himself, but this was worse than even she had anticipated!

  Keira slung her purse onto the floor and Bryn jolted awake at the noise. She sat up with a startled snore. Swaying, she touched the mess of knotted hair on top of her head. Then she peered at Keira through squinted eyes.

  “You’re home?” she asked.

  “Yup,” Keira replied tersely. “You forgot I was coming back today, didn’t you? And you forgot I was bringing a guest.”

  She said the last statement between her teeth, as a prompt to Bryn that they had company, something else she had seemingly failed to notice.

  Bryn squinched her eyes, looking past Keira to Cristiano. With a few blinks of disbelief, she suddenly sprung to life.

  “Oh hi,” she said, sounding awake and alert for the first time. “I’m Bryn. You must be Cristiano.”

  For the first time since entering the apartment, Keira turned to see Cristiano’s reaction to the chaos she had brought him into. Far from looking appalled, he seemed to be wearing an amused expression. Even whilst Keira cringed at Bryn wobbling to her feet and staggering towards him, Cristiano seemed to be taking the whole thing light-heartedly.

  “Wow, you are gorgeous,” Bryn said as she drew up close to Cristiano and embraced him. “I thought Keira was just exaggerating to make me jealous.”

  Keira got a waft of alcohol mixed with too much perfume.

  “Thank you, I guess,” Cristiano replied, sounding uncertain but chuckling nonetheless. “Both you and your sister have inherited very beautiful genes.”

  Bryn raised her eyebrows at Keira, making no attempt to hide her swooning. Keira was struck by a sudden fear. Her sister was considered by most people the more attractive of the pair. She was also an outrageous flirt. What if Cristiano fell for her charms? For her more exuberant personality? It was impossible to tell by studying Cristiano’s behavior what he truly thought of Bryn since he acted in the same charming way to every pretty woman he met.

  “Do you guys want something to drink?” Bryn said, her gaze fixed upon Cristiano’s perfect features. “Beer. Wine. Prosecco?”

  “Is that a good idea?” Keira asked, raising an eyebrow at her sister’s dishevelled appearance.

  Bryn rolled her eyes and looked over at Cristiano again. “Was she like this the whole time in Italy too? Keira can be such a square.”

  “Hey!” Keira protested.

  “Not at all,” Cristiano said. He seemed to be taking this all in good humor, even if Keira herself felt extremely awkward. “We spent many evenings drinking fine wine, didn’t we my dear?” He flashed his gorgeous eyes in her direction and grinned in that way that made her feel like she was the only woman in the world.

  “Yes,” she murmured dreamily.

  Bryn interrupted in her usual brash way. “Well, you must have rubbed off on her, Cris, because getting her out the house for the evening can be like trying to get blood from a stone.”

  Keira shook her head at Bryn’s teasing.

  “Just pour the drinks please,” she muttered.

  Bryn grinned wickedly at Keira, clearly enjoying the process of winding her up, then smiled sweetly at Cristiano. “What’s your poison, Cris?”

  Keira grimaced. She already hated the way Bryn had bestowed him with a nickname. It was far too familiar. Keira herself hadn’t yet called him anything other than Cristiano! If anyone should be giving her a pet name it should be her!

  “Wine, red,” Cristiano replied. “A New Zealand Shiraz if you have it.”

  Bryn giggled loudly, in her usual flirtatious way. “I’ll see what I can do,” she purred. Then she looked over at Keira. “Can you tidy the place up a bit?” she asked, waving her hand in the general direction of the messy room.

  Keira grit her teeth. She could feel the heat rising into her cheeks.

  As she stomped around the apartment collecting debris, she could overhear Bryn and Cristiano chatting at the kitchen island.

  “So how long are you in town for, Cris?” Bryn was asking.

  Keira stopped what she was doing and glanced over her shoulder. She and Cristiano had not discussed that yet. In fact, their relationship had been such
a whirlwind since day one they had planned very little. She hadn’t even thought about the fact there was only one bed in Bryn’s home! Where were they even going to sleep?

  “I don’t know yet,” Cristiano replied. “We’re living for the moment. Taking each minute as it comes.”

  Keira exhaled. It was a reassuring answer.

  She finished tidying everything up quickly then went over to the kitchenette to supervize her sister and Cristiano’s interaction. Bryn poured an extra glass of wine.

  “I think I should let you guys sleep in the bed,” she said, as she slid the wine glass across the table. “There’s no way you’ll both fit on the couch.”

  “Really?” Keira asked, surprised by her generosity. It wasn’t like Bryn to think of other people. “But what about you?”

  Bryn gestured to the couch. “Most nights I just pass out in front of the TV anyway. If I’m home that is.”

  She raised her eyebrows and wiggled them. Keira groaned; thinking about Bryn’s frequent and numerous conquests made her feel more than a little icky.

  “That’s very kind of you,” Cristiano said, clearly oblivious to undertone.

  “Sorting out an apartment is at the top of my priority list,” Keira added. “I promise we’ll be out of your hair asap.”

  In the seat beside her, Cristiano became suddenly straight backed. He sipped his wine, his gaze averted. Was he tensing? And if so, what in her comment had made him do so?

  A sudden terror struck Keira then. Did Cristiano think she was suggesting they get an apartment together?

  Awkwardness swelled inside of her. Keira hunkered down in her seat. That had not been what she was implying at all! It would be absurdly presumptuous of her to expect Cristiano to want to move in with her immediately, especially since they had not discussed anything. Especially since she herself had no idea how long she wanted him around for. There was a whole spectrum between the present day and forever!