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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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I lower my head to my hands and rub my temples attempting to release some of the tension that is currently coiling itself around my brain- and let me tell you, it's doing sweet fuck all.
Summer re-emerges from the bathroom, "what's our plan for today?"
Um, what? I pause my temple rubbing in pure shock and drag my eyes from my knees to the figure in front of me- hands placed on her hips, chest puffed out and a triumphant smile painted on her face. She's clearly very serious.
Fuck. Now I have two problems to deal with.
"Summer," I start, slowly easing her into what I'm about to say.
"I know you want to help, but I work alone."
Summer doesn't look impressed. Not at all. Not one single bit.
Just as I'm about to take every single one of my words back and perhaps offer her shares or partnership in my business to get that look off her face, she crosses her arms tightly across her chest and quips, "no."
My face obviously mirrors my confused and jumbled thoughts - either that or Summer has the ability to read minds because she speaks up again, "you know what this means to me, and you know why I'm doing it."
"I'm sure you can understand why it's so important to me that I'm there every step of the way," Summer adds with a sad smile playing at her lips.
If I didn't know any better I'd say that she knows what she does to me, how her presence affects me. But I do know better, and I know that this is just Summer's charm - she could ask you to walk through a desert in a ski suit to bring her back the sun, and you'd do it, just to see her face light up in a smile that could outshine the moon and out-twinkle the stars.
"Fine," I sigh and her face lights up, the sad smile now gone and replaced with a breathtaking grin, happiness radiating through the creases around her eyes.
"But we're doing this my way."
"Of course, Mr Hart. I wouldn't have it any other way," Summer agrees in an obliging tone.
I return her smile with a warm one of my own and once again we find ourselves staring at each other with matching lopsided grins, no words needed, everything we could need to communicate being expressed in the curves of our lips and the crinkles of our eyes.
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