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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Books by Len Webster

  With the First Goodbye

  Quote

  Dedication

  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

  WITH THE LAST GOODBYE

  PROLOGUE

  Acknowledgements

  About the Author

  Copyright Notice

  The First Touch of Sunlight

  The Sometimes Moments Collection

  Sometimes Moments (Sometimes Moments #1)

  Sometimes, Forever (Sometimes Moments #2)

  Sometimes. Honestly? Always. (Sometimes Moments #3) Coming Soon

  Thirty-Eight Series

  Thirty-Eight Days (Thirty Eight #1)

  Thirty-Eight Reasons (Thirty Eight #2)

  What We’ll Leave Behind (Thirty-Eight #2.5)

  What You Left Behind (Thirty-Eight #3)

  All We Have (Thirty-Eight #4)

  With The First Goodbye (Thirty-Eight #5)

  With The Last Goodbye (Thirty-Eight #6) Coming Soon

  The Science of Unrequited: The Story of AJ & Evan

  The Theory of Unrequited (The Science of Unrequited #1) Coming Soon

  Bros before hoes or so the saying goes.

  However, Maxwell Sheridan threw that saying out the window the minute he hooked up with his best friend, Alex’s, poisonous ex. The moment he slept with her, he was hooked. Sloppy seconds was not his style, but she was a cruel addiction he couldn’t overcome. He thought his days of betraying his best friends were behind him. But Max learnt the hard way that history had a way of repeating itself.

  That was until one moment on a bridge would change it all.

  Josephine Faulkner is struggling. Mentally, physically, and emotionally. Life has caused her to grow up. Gone are the wild days, black hair, and dating men her ambassador father would never approve of. But juggling work and life has meant that university hasn’t been high on her priority list.

  When Maxwell Sheridan finds her on a bridge, dropping small stones into the lake, a friendship and connection between them blooms.

  He offers to tutor her.

  She offers him her compassion.

  But their undeniable attraction and friendship will be tested.

  And her name…

  Andrea Wallace.

  She was there all along but he didn’t recognize her because the time wasn’t right. He needed to wait.

  -Carter Hall, Smallville

  For all the Maxes of this world.

  You’re the hero in your story.

  Your story just takes time.

  And every story has a lot of bends in the road you take.

  For all the Josies of this world.

  Don’t ever let disappointment lead you.

  You deserve a lot more love in your life.

  It will find you.

  Eight months ago

  “You should probably tell him,” said Robert Moors, one of Maxwell Sheridan’s best friends.

  Max let out a lengthy sigh as he tore his gaze away from Nolan Parker dancing for the first time with his new wife.

  His best friend was right.

  Max should tell Noel about what happened in New York almost six months ago, but Noel was now married. And from the smile on his face, Max knew he was happily married. Noel had the dream. He had what Max had always wanted.

  True love.

  Someone to love him.

  He’d never known that kind of love. When he was seventeen, he thought he had true love when he had betrayed one of his best friends and slept with Alex Lawrence’s girlfriend. Max had been infatuated with Sarah Collins since he was eight. He had seen a side of her that she had never let anyone else see. On that step outside her front door, she had opened up to him.

  But she had dated Alex, and she was hands off.

  Until one drunken night when Sarah had told him that she and Alex were over. It had been a lie. And for almost seven years, he had kept his deep, dark secret from seeing the light. Alex still didn’t know. Max had sworn he’d never betray another one of his best friends again.

  Until I met Andrea.

  The thought had Max wincing. Andrea Wallace had been the woman Noel had dated to try to get over Clara. It had been a stupid bet. Who could win at golf. An innocent kiss that turned into so much more for him. An attraction they shared but couldn’t act on. She was Noel’s, and Max could only stand by and watch. Andrea had no idea how in love her boyfriend was with someone else.

  “I’m sure he won’t care,” Rob added.

  Max shifted so he could see the concerned frown on Rob’s face. Growing up, Rob was the focused one. He was going to be an Olympian and win gold. He was the one who always had their backs.

  “He loved her, Rob. I can’t do that to him. He’s happy, and it’s his wedding. I can’t do that. Not to him. And not to her. Noel deserves this; we both know that.”

  Rob’s brows furrowed, and then he shook his head. “You realise he’s just married Clara, right? He married the love of his life. I’m pretty sure Andrea is the least of his concern.”

  The guilt doubled in his chest. The pain had him searching the room for a waiter, for anyone to save him from his traitorous memories and actions. Having kept Sarah a secret all these years hurt, but keeping what he had with Andrea a secret was killing him alive. So much so that he had gone back to Sarah and wanted her to take it all away. To make his infidelities seem non-existent. But no amount of sex with her could make him forget.

  He had betrayed Alex when he slept with his girlfriend, Sarah.

  And he had betrayed Noel when he had kissed Andrea.

  Sloppy seconds was what they called it. And he had indulged in the concept more than once. But Andrea … he couldn’t forget her. Couldn’t wash her off his skin nor scrub her from his thoughts. He wanted her. He wanted to speak to her and see her.

  But she lived in Boston, and he lived in Melbourne.

  It was never going to work.

  “Doesn’t matter,” he mumbled. “She’d never want to see me again anyway.”

  “You don’t know that,” Rob countered.

  I do.

  She’s said it so many times.

  Instead of saying that, Max opted to divert the conversation. “Has Julian’s flight landed yet?”

  Rob shook his head. “Nah. Not yet. He said he’d call once he left the airport.” He paused and then scratched the back of his neck. “Max, I really think you need to tell Noel. And I really think it’s time you told Alex about Sarah.”

  Max’s eyelids fell closed. After he had taken a deep breath, he glanced over to see Alex dancing with his fiancée. He had a right to know just whom his girlfriend had cheated on him with. Even if it was with his best friend. Max had done a lot of bad things in his life, but sleeping with Sarah had been the worst. Trying to hook up with Andrea came close.

  “Yeah,” he finally agreed. “I’ve gotta tell him. I’m just not ready to lose him or Noel just yet.”

  “Excuse me, Rob,” a soft-spoken woman said, interrupting them.

  Both Max and Rob spun around to find Ally O’Connor standing before them with a hesitant gleam in her hazel eyes. Ally was stunning�
�sexy when she needed to be, but all around the girl-next-door that no one in society saw. She was Sydney’s it girl. An heiress with more money in her pockets than everyone at the wedding combined.

  Out of the corner of Max’s eye, he noticed Rob’s posture stiffen.

  “Yes,” Rob said, almost sounding as if he were dismissing her.

  Max had known Rob had been interested in the nineteen-year-old since he had first laid eyes on her at Clara and Liam’s rehearsal dinner. Luckily for everyone, Clara had backed out, opting to spend the rest of her life with Nolan Parker rather than Liam O’Connor.

  Ally flinched at his abrupt reply. She had dug her teeth into her bottom lip before she released it. “Could we talk for a moment?”

  Rob sighed. “Allison, I’m with Max—”

  “No, no,” Max said, shaking his hands. “I’m going to step outside for some fresh air. I’ll let you two have a moment. We’ll talk more about that thing we were discussing later. You look beautiful as always, Ally.”

  The blush that took over her cheeks was so innocently cute that he was jealous of Rob. Max knew deep down that their feelings were mutual. However, Ally’s public image wasn’t really one to be linked to an Olympic hopeful. But Max had every faith in the world that they’d figure it out. If anyone deserved love, it was Rob. The guy had run away from it for so long that it was only about time it cornered him. And a woman like Ally was perfect for him.

  Max sent a wink Ally’s way and then slowly backed away. The two stood there staring at each other until Max spun around and made his way towards the ballroom doors. Once he’d reached them, he slipped out of the wedding reception and stepped into the hallway with a heavy exhale. Digging a hand into the pocket of his black dress pants, Max made his way towards the glass doors. Wrapping his fingers around the steel handle, he pulled the door open and went outside. He took in the vast hills and golf holes of the Eagleridge golf course. Then he distanced himself from the wedding reception and headed towards the bridge connecting the gazebo Noel and Clara had said ‘I do’ under to the main course.

  When he noticed a woman in a purple dress standing on the bridge, he paused and smiled at the way her brown curls fluttered in the wind. She’d had black hair the last time he’d seen her before the wedding, but the light shades of brown suited her, giving her a softer appearance. Though her black locks brightened the colour of her blue eyes, when he had stood in line to walk her down the aisle, they appeared gentler. Even sweeter.

  Josephine Faulkner.

  Max watched the way she gazed at the water ripples after she dropped a small rock into the lake. Unlike Clara’s other friends, Max barely knew Josie. He’d said hi, and when they’d been paired together for the wedding, he hadn’t minded. All he knew was she was a law student with black hair dating a DJ. Next thing he knew, she was this beautiful brunette looping her arm through his.

  He took her in. Max had never seen someone so lost in thought or so graceful as she stared at the lake. Josie was beautiful. He’d known that the moment he’d laid eyes on her. But he knew nothing about her. And maybe that was what he liked about her. She never asked for anything from him. Josie Faulkner was a mystery he wanted to solve. It was a strange thought to have. There was no explanation as to why he began to walk across the bridge towards her. For once, he wanted to speak to someone not linked to his past. Max wanted to speak to a woman who he had no interest in anything other than finding out about her day.

  “What are you doing out here, Jos?” Max had asked once he stood next to her and rested his arms on the wooden railing of the bridge.

  Josie moved her hand closer to his, presenting a handful of small rocks. “Thinking. Throwing rocks into this lake. What about you?” she asked as she lifted her palm higher to offer him a rock.

  When her eyes met his, a smile graced her lips in a slow and perfect motion. For a second, the way her eyes glimmered caused his beating heart to spike. It was an odd phenomenon and something he had never experienced before. He swallowed hard, hoping to dislodge that lump in his throat. “Thinking. Just about to throw rocks into the lake with you.”

  Josie’s perfectly pink-lacquered lips deepened as her smile grew wider. “Well, go for it,” she urged.

  He nodded and took a small charcoal-coloured rock between his fingers. Then he turned and peered over the railing. Breathing out, he let the rock fall away from his touch and watched as gravity pulled it into the lake. The rippling water fascinated him. Ripples were just like life. One action affected the other. The ripple effect. Life’s cruel tricks. One mistake led to another and then another. Just like his involvement with Sarah Collins. She was the mistake that just kept coming. Literally and figuratively. He hated that he couldn’t forget what it felt like to just be with her. It had him returning to her no matter how poisonous she was.

  “So our best friends are married,” Josie said, interrupting his thoughts.

  Max peeked over to find her lining the rocks on the wood in the space between them. “Yep,” he agreed.

  She nodded. “I feel compelled to ask you this, but are you okay?”

  His brows met, and he turned his body to face her. “What makes you think I’m not okay?”

  Josie sighed while she set the last rock down then mirrored the way he had turned his body to hers. “Max, I may not know you well, but I can see the trouble in your eyes. That guilt in your eyes. I know it all too well. I saw it every time I saw my dad return from Germany after spending all his time there with his daughters.”

  Doesn’t she mean her sisters?

  “What?” he asked, confused.

  She pressed her lips together. “My dad left my mum when he became the Australian Ambassador to Germany. Met this German woman and had kids with her. Watched them grow up and not me. Missed all my dance recitals. I needed him, and he had a new family that he never invited me to join. He comes back each year, and I get to spend two weeks with him and his guilty eyes and conscience. So, yeah, I know what guilt looks like, Max. So I have to ask again. Are you okay?”

  Am I okay?

  No one had asked him that. No one had cared enough to warrant concern towards him. Not Sarah. And not Andrea. Only Josie. The realisation warmed his chest. She cared enough and that caused him to smile at her.

  “I’m okay, Jos,” he said.

  She took a deep breath and surprised him by taking his hand. The jolt in his chest startled him at the connection of their hands. His lips slowly parted as he found it difficult to breathe. Found it difficult to comprehend such intense feelings. Max watched as she gazed down at their hands and then returned those beautiful blue eyes to him.

  “If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here for you. You seem like you need a friend. And honestly, I could use one, too,” she admitted.

  He squeezed her hand, feeling content with such an innocent act. In fact, he enjoyed her touch. “Consider us friends.”

  Her small laugh had him grinning at her. “Well, Max, now that we’re friends, you wanna go abuse Noel and Clara’s generosity at that free bar?”

  “I love the way you think, Josie,” he said, afraid to lose her touch.

  Something about Josie and just the touch of her skin alone was different. And she wanted to be friends.

  This.

  This was something Max wanted.

  Josephine Faulkner, in all her mystery, was a friend he needed.

  Just as he was about to lead the way, his phone rang. Sighing and believing it was the current client he was dealing with, Max gave her an apologetic smile. Josie nodded for him to take the call, and Max dug his phone out of his jacket pocket. He glanced down to see Sarah’s name flashing and dread instantly filled his body. Out of all the days for her to call, today was most definitely not a good day. Noel and Clara did not need to see that woman—the one who had caused their separation—on their wedding day.

  Max lifted his chin and had clenched his jaw before he said, “I’m sorry, Jos, I’ve gotta take this. I’ll meet you insi
de?”

  “Is everything okay?” she asked. The worry in her voice was something new. No one had ever directed such concern towards him.

  Warmth spread through his chest, and he nodded. “Yeah, nothing to worry about. Save me a dance, okay?”

  She let out a sweet laugh. “Sure. I’ll see you in there, Max.”

  Then she walked past him, off the bridge, and made her way back to the wedding reception. Quickly spinning around, he watched her take step after step away from him, loving the way her skin glowed from the bright sun and how her hair blew because of the warm wind.

  The phone vibrating in his hand caused him to shake his head. What he felt around Josie was different, new, and he wasn’t sure if warranted. She seemed nice and sweet. But he wanted them to be friends. Something about her and the idea of a friendship between them had changed something within him. Whether his outlook on life or his approach, he would be the better man he knew was somewhere deep inside him.

  With a confident and reassuring nod to himself, Max let out a sigh and answered the call.

  “Sarah?”

  Present day

  Tightening her hold on the bouquet of peonies she had picked up from the florist at the gift shop, Josephine Faulkner took a deep breath as the doctor exited the hospital room. He had brushed his grey hair out of his face and behind his ear before he turned and faced her.

  “Good morning, Josie,” Dr Frederickson said with a smile. Not too large or small. It was perfectly mastered not to show off too much or too little. She was sure it was the same kind of smile that had broken news to families for years.

  The thought had Josie’s heartbeats accelerating. They were already living through more bad news, and she wasn’t sure how she would cope with any more. Right now, she wasn’t. On the exterior, she seemed fine, but the reality of the situation was that she was only just passing law school, and she was sure she was on the brink of failing one of her units. More bad news and she could kiss her law career goodbye.