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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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Turns out we didn't keep looking tomorrow. After the two failed attempts of finding the one, Summer and I decided to part ways, head home and a take a couple of days break. Well, Summer suggested and I agreed. I think she's realising how taxing this search is going to be on her, we still have twenty-three more people to visit, that's a potential of twenty-two more disappointments and what if he's not even on the list? What if he was wearing contacts or a wig?
Part of me hopes that she'll abandon searching with me because every time I'm near her my heart pulls me closer, telling me to love her with everything I've got, because she needs it and because I want it so fucking badly and I just can't put myself in that position, not again.
But then there's part of me that hopes she doesn't, because seeing her every day and experiencing the things that made me love her all over again; it makes it so easy to remember the way my pulse jumps at her touch, how my heart steadies at the sound of her voice and just how much I enjoy it. The heart does not forget.
Letting out a frustrated sigh I roll over and come face to nose with my beautiful Bull Terrier, Roxy. She boops me on the nose with her own and I shuffle over and lift the blanket up, inviting her to jump up and snuggle with me.
Roxy happily obliges and snuggles her little body into my own. Is there anything better than dog cuddles when you're feeling down? I think not.
Just as I can feel myself drifting off to sleep my phone starts ringing loudly. I groan and reach over to the bedside table, feeling around a little until I grasp the loud little device with a death wish. Hell-bent on ignoring it, I position my hand to press the side button and decline the call when the caller ID catches my attention. Summer Richards, a name I cannot decline.
"Hello?" My voice is a little husky from not really being used for a few hours.
"Hey, Alex. How's it going?" She sounds kind of uncertain and it's making me worry.
"I'm fine, Summer. Is there something wrong?" I shoot back quickly, wanting to get to the bottom of what's going on.
A shaky sigh leaves her throat and my heart sinks lower than my stomach to my toes. She doesn't want me to find him anymore. I can't and won't accept that.
"Well, my mum is hosting a party this Saturday. I was hoping you'd come?" I breathe a sigh of relief.
Taking my sigh the wrong way she begging to explain further, "Well a lot of the same people from Mrs Landon's ball will be there."
"Oh, ok-"
"It's my brothers thirtieth birthday, she's throwing a huge party and because it's my brother all the kids will be forced to go," she cuts me off, trying to explain further in an attempt to limit the chance that I'll decline.
