It’s from Cole: “I miss you. Xx.”
I message him back straight away: “I miss you too, and I love you. Is it tomorrow night yet? Xx.”
He replies: “I love you. I wish it was xx.” Accompanied by a sad face.
The sad face makes me chuckle and I send one back.
Now that my concentration has been disturbed, I declare bedtime.
After our heart-to-heart the other day, Devon is clingy now that we are alone and in need of reassurance that all will be well with us. He spends the night in my bed and when I wake up at 6 AM, as usual, I feel very loved and very satisfied. He is still fast asleep, so I move quietly so as not to disturb him.
Jumping in the shower, I quickly go through the process and get out before Devon has even woken up. I disturb him, however, when I walk back into the bedroom.
“Come back to bed,” he mumbles into the pillow.
“Work, my darling. I’ve got Harlow first thing, remember?”
“Oh, the old bastard can wait,” he complains.
“Need I remind you the old bastard brings in lots of business? Get up lazy arse,” I reprimand him.
He squints at me and scowls while saying, “You’re just no fun.” But he gets up anyway and goes to shower.
T hirty minutes later we are on our way to the office. Grayson is driving us today as neither of us can be bothered fighting our way through the morning traffic. Devon spends the entire drive on his phone, and I’m thinking of my meeting with Mr. Louis Harlow. He is an obscenely rich Texan who comes from a long line of French Aristocracy before the overthrowing of the crown in 1792 during the French Revolution. What was left of the L’orleau family escaped to England and then eventually on to America to embark on the oil business down in Texas. The name eventually became Harlow and the head of the family now is the very Mr. Harlow I am going to meet. I find his history very interesting as I knew his ancestors, but also as he still has property in France that I’m trying to purchase from him, yet he refuses every offer I have made to date. Much to my frustration, and part of my need to keep him happy. I wonder if CK would be able to help. I must remember to ask him.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
T he day has finally arrived for us to leave for Europe. Devon and I have worked overtime to get the time off work, while Cole has been negotiating a new movie contract.
The three of us pile into the limo that Grayson has pulled up.
“Excited?” I ask, snuggling up to Cole.
“Very,” he says with a big smile.
I grin at his enthusiasm.
Devon, on the other hand, looks less than impressed. I know the time is coming where I’m going to have to tell Cole about us. I don’t want to, not yet, but the niggling feeling that I have to is clawing at me.
“So where will Constantine be staying?” Cole asks, trying, but failing, for indifference. I know he is
nervous. I don’t blame him. I’m nervous, so I can imagine how he must feel.
I snort in amusement, as does Devon. “He won’t stay over,” I say. “He prefers his own company.”
“Ha! Understatement of the century,” Devon says.
I grimace at him but he’s not wrong. I shudder to think of my sire shacking up with me and Cole in a hotel room. Thankfully, my phone buzzes and I grab it like a lifeline. It’s CK. “Hello, my love.”
“My sweet,” he responds, and I go all warm and fuzzy inside. “Are you on the way to the airport?”
“Yes. We hope to be at the Fairmont by 1 PM.”
“By ‘we’, I hope you mean just you and Devon,” he growls.
“Uh, no. The three of us,” I say, biting the inside of my lip.
“I see,” he says, which usually means he doesn’t. “Very well then, I will see you at 2:30 PM then. I now have some business to sort out which will keep me here most of the morning. Message me when you land,” he demands.