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Private Investigator, Alexander Hart has it all, he oozes confidence and charm.
Women want him and men want to be him.
But life wasn't always so perfect, was it Alex?
You can change your name and your lo...
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Involuntarily I gulp.
"S-sure. What about?" My voice is as unsteady as my pulse.
There's a steady pause. A long silence, like she's debating on what to say next and honestly, that's doing nothing for my nerves right now.
"I don't know. Anything, everything," Summer mutters, throwing her hands into the air. "I can't sleep," she adds quietly, looking down at her hands that are now fiddling with her hem of my-her oversized shirt.
My body visibly relaxes and my heart slows to a steady thud.
My eyes drift up to meet her gaze and I give her a small nod, her body visibly relaxing like she was expecting me to throw her out.
"What were you working on?" her eyes flick to my laptop then back to mine.
"Just sorting through the guest list."
"Oh, yea?" Excitement dances within her irises.
I reply with a small smile and nod.
"Anyone I should be worried about on there?" Summer questions in a half joking, half serious tone.
I had allowed my eyes to wander down the list before starting from the top in alphabetical order, and there was definitely some unsavoury characters on there. One, in particular, being Dominic Wright; he's shadier than the dark side of the moon. But Summer doesn't need to know that, not yet and maybe not ever.
"I don't think so, Miss Richards."
"Please, call me Summer," she says exasperatedly.
"Okay, Summer," I chuckle and she breaks into a grin.
We sit on the edge of my bed grinning widely and happily at each other, a shot of nostalgia jolts through my body.
"You must think I'm an absolute weirdo," Summer remarks, breaking us from our stupor and looking down at her lap while shaking her head.
"Uhhh-"
"I mean, who has sex with a random at a fancy party, wakes up alone and then decides to track him down?" She cuts me off before I can reply.
The bitter humour in her voice tells me that she can't really believe she's doing it either. "So why?"
"I mean, why do it?" I clarify when I notice her looking at me with a confused expression.
"Honestly?" She flops down onto her back.
"The best policy," I reply, grimacing at my choice of words.
Tapping the spot next to her, signalling for me to lie next to her, "Eight years ago I really fucked up." Following her instruction, I fall onto my back beside her,
"- whoops, are you okay with swearing?" Her hands shoot up to her mouth. "Actually, I don't really care," a not so apologetic smile creeps across her lips.
