Find Me Alastar

He runs his hand through his hair as he thinks.

“I can book the same room you are in now for the weekend and we could organize the wedding for

2pm on Saturday.”

Alastar rolls his eyes.

I smile and nod. “Saturday will be good. We can spend the whole weekend here,” I whisper.

He watches me for a moment.

“It makes no difference, today or Saturday. It’s only five days away,” I argue.

He exhales in frustration and rolls his eyes. “Fine, book us in for Saturday.”

“Thank you, sir. I will make the arrangements.”

“Thank you,” he replies, clearly dejected as he hangs up. He flops back onto the bed and I throw

myself on top of him.

“So much for our spontaneity.” He sighs.

I laugh out loud and kiss his lips. “I’m sorry, but from where I come from, getting married in five days

is still pretty spontaneous.”

He smiles against my lips. “Not enough for me.”

Sitting at my desk, I print the last of the files. All morning I have been printing images of the artwork that

has been stolen. I flick through the large pile of pictures of women and put them into a manila folder.

They’re all gorgeous women. Maybe the thief is just into antique porn. I stifle a giggle. Maybe he just

wants new material for his spank bank. It could happen, I suppose.

My phone rings and I pick up. “Hello, Emerson.” It’s Mark.

“Hi.” I smile.

“We have some detectives that are here to see you. Can you come down to the conference room,

please?”

“Sure.” Shit. I blow out a breath. I’ve had four meetings about this last week. These crimes have the

board and the police scratching their heads. My phone rings and the name Twinkle lights up my screen.

Excitement runs through me. Even a call from him makes my day.

“Hello.”

“How is my beautiful girl, today?”

I smile broadly. “She’s excited to be hearing from you.”

“Aye. That’s a good answer.” I smile again. “Are you missing me?” I ask.

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“I’m not missing you, either.” I smirk.

“My love, I have to work tomorrow night. Can you stay at Brielle’s?”

I frown. Oh, he’s never asked that of me before. “I will be okay in the house by myself.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” I shake my head and roll my eyes. “I’m not a child, Alastar.”

“I know, I know. I just don’t want you to be scared I may not get home till the wee hours.”

“It’s fine. I will go out for dinner with Brell. It will be nice to catch up and she might stay at your

house, if that’s okay. Depends on her wanker of a boss.”

“It’s our house, and yes, that’s a good idea.”

I smile. It’s weird that he calls his house our house.

I feel him smile on the other end of the phone. “So, you’re not missing me at all?” he asks.

“Not even a little bit.”

I feel him smile once more.

“How many days until we get married?” I breathe dreamily.

“I still have three days to plan my escape.”

I smile broadly. “Can you up your life insurance so I get a bigger payout when you go missing.”

He laughs out loud. “I will be sure to kill you first, Emmaline. Goodbye, my love.”

I smile broadly, oh I don’t want to get off the phone. “What are you doing?” I ask.

“I’m editing with Fraidy.” I get an image of him on his computer in his office with that crazy cat

sprawled all over his desk. “What are you doing?” he asks in return.

“Boring meetings.”

“You don’t have to work, you know.”

“And what would I do all day?” I smirk.

“You could be my sex slave.”

“I already am.”

He chuckles. “Aye, that you are. I will see you on our corner.”

“Yes,” I breathe dreamily.