FIFTY SHADES OF KATE
Prologue
His eyes reach the end of the final page, his fingers tap the back cover closed and he drops the book on the desk. Ok, he can get the furore, the critics lining up to shoot it down or place it on pedestals … though personally he thinks it's mainly media hype, the enjoyment of hearing their own words … or at least seeing them in print. He sighs, don't we all, he thinks to himself and grins a bit ruefully.
His eyes go unbidden to the wedding photo on the desk, he picks it up, rubs his thumb over her face as though she were there in skin and bone. He stares down at the bright, happy smile the photographer had caught on her face, the glow of the setting sun on her hair … his eyes narrow, he looks closely at the photo, he looks up, at the books lining the wall, past them, through the halls of time … well ok, the last ten years.
A slow smile creeps across his face and he sits up, grabs the laptop and turns it on before replacing his feet on the desk. He double-clicks the word icon and waits impatiently for the blank page to load. This is for her … for him …. for them …
