Re-Runners First Life: A Time Travel Suspense Series by Elli Buchanan Read Free Book Online

her and shook his head, ‘They don’t think the same way you do... we do,’ he corrected. ‘Success to them is family and families together create success.’ He paused and looked at her. ‘You have to admit, it’s worked for them.’
    Phillipa moved her hand to his chest. ‘But you will be catapulted to a whole new level. You believe that, don’t you?’ she purred softly, watching him carefully and gauging his mood. As she sensed his hesitation, she changed tactics and pulled back from him. Crossing her arms around her body, she stifled a sob. ‘It’s me you don’t trust.’
    ‘No Phillipa, no.’ Dylan reached for her and she twisted from his grasp.
    ‘It’s true. After all we’ve been to each other and everything I’ve shown you and taught you about the world I live in, you still don’t trust me.’ She lowered her head and reached up to wipe away an imaginary tear.
    Dylan grasped her by the shoulders and gently lifted her chin, ‘Of course I trust you and believe you. We’re in this together. We have our whole lives ahead of us and you’re right.’
    He stood and grabbed her hand. ‘Let’s do it now. We’re going to the Registrar General’s office. Then we’ll introduce Dylan March to the world.’
    ‘Oh, Dylan.’ Phillipa pulled herself up and threw her arms around his neck, all trace of tears miraculously gone. ‘This is the right decision for us.’ She kissed him and pulled him tight against her body, a sly smile curved her mouth as she rested her head against his shoulder.

Chapter 11

Dylan-Age 29
    1991
    Sydney
    The front door of the apartment opened and the tapping of Phillipa’s heels on the travertine tiled floor could be heard from where Dylan sat on the balcony overlooking Sydney Harbor.
    He folded the newspaper and placed it carefully on the table, rose and faced the living room as Phillipa struggled in with a mountain of carry bags. She unceremoniously dumped the lot on the large dining room table. ‘Phew.’ She blew a stray blond hair from her face.
    ‘Where have you been?’ he asked.
    She looked up to the sound of Dylan’s voice. ‘Just a bit of shopping with the girls,’ she said, running perfectly manicured hands over a figure hugging silk dress before reaching down to remove her heels.
    He looked at the pile of bags, most marked with designer labels. He’d lived with Phillipa long enough to know he was looking at several thousand dollars worth of purchases. He ignored the bags. ‘Did you forget we were going to look at a house today?’
    Phillipa’s hand rested on her hip, ‘As a matter of fact, I didn’t forget. I decided I didn’t want to go. I don’t like the area and it’s too far away from my friends. If we can’t have a house on the harbor, somewhere like Rose Bay or Vaucluse, then we may as well stay in Potts Point.
    Dylan’s jaw clenched as he reigned in his frustration and said patiently, ‘An apartment is no place to raise children. We need a home and a garden. You know we can’t afford those areas.’
    ‘Don’t remind me,’ Phillipa rolled her eyes and started gathering her parcels.
    ‘And if you keep spending money like water, we never will,’ Dylan growled, patience ended.
    Phillipa squinted at him and snarled angrily, ‘How do you think it makes me feel to be the poor mouse amongst my friends?’
    Dylan made the mistake of laughing, ‘We’re hardly poor’.
    Phillipa’s face reddened in rage. ‘How dare you,’ she snapped. ‘I used to be the one they looked up to, but now I’m a laughing stock. At university they were so envious. I had money and I had you, the gorgeous Dylan March. Valedictorian, star athlete ... such potential ... and now look at you.’
    Dylan’s fists clenched and unclenched. Phillipa had tantrums like this often and he’d heard it all before. The only way to control his rising temper was to walk away. And he did. But Phillipa wasn’t satisfied, ‘And don’t think I will ever agree to a baby until I have