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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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"Where to today?" Summer questions chirpily as she slides into that car that I've been waiting twenty-eight minutes for her to come down to.
As annoyed as I am that she's so damn late, I can't be mad, she's obviously in a better mood this morning than last night. When I'd arrived back to the hotel she was quick to leave my room for her own, hardly breathing half a word to me.
"To the airport, then across to Sydney," I reply casually, attempting to hide the happiness that's bubbling in my chest at her change in mood.
"Great."
The car lurches forward and merges into the flowing traffic. We sit and watch the world go by through the car window in comfortable silence. "Mr Hart?" Summer's soft voice catches my attention.
"Yes?" I shift my body weight to the right to face her slightly.
"You know, I don't know your first name," she states in a sheepish and questioning tone.
"Guess," I chuckle.
Summer sucks in the right corner of her bottom lip and furrows her eyebrows in thought.
"Jack?"
"No."
"Samuel?"
"No."
"Ummmmmm." She starts tapping her fingernail on her tooth while she thinks.
"Happy?" A shit eating grin stretches across her face.
"That's not a real name," I say through a laugh. "It's a fucking excellent movie, however."
"You like Happy Gilmore?" She beams.
"Of course. Who doesn't?" I return her smile.
"My name is Alexander, by the way."
"Alexander..." Summer trails off, tapping her finger on her tooth again. "Alexander Hart."
"I like it." Her smile is bright enough to shadow the sun. It's infectious and beautiful and breathtaking and I can't stop my lips from quirking at the corners and returning that smile.
"My old best friend, Sandy that I told you about... Sandy is his nickname, his real name is Alexander." A nostalgic and distant gaze washes over her features, you can almost visibly see her wandering down memory lane. A place I'll happily walk beside her if it means being with her.
"Mr Hart, we're here," The driver interrupts.
I reply with a quick thank you as we both slip out of the car while our bags are loaded into the jet.
"So, who're we visiting today, Alex?" Summer asks as we make our way up the steps and towards our seats.
