Mr. Park Lane – The Mister Series Read Online Louise Bay

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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
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Twenty-Two

Joshua

It was close to midnight when I found myself pacing at my front door. I’d spent the afternoon giving feedback to the team on the research for the Merdon pitch, and since then I’d been waiting. Waiting. And pacing. Waiting. And pacing. Now that I had a plan, I was impatient. I wanted to put wheels into motion.

Finally, I heard the ping of the lift and I swung open the door.

“Hartford,” I said in a tone that said I meant business. She lifted her head, revealing the dark circles under her eyes. She looked tired. And slightly frazzled. “You okay?” I said, softening. Had something happened?

She nodded. “Long day. That’s all. You okay?” She yawned, covering her mouth and squeezing her eyes shut. I wanted to scoop her up, pour her some wine, and run her a bath.

But I wasn’t going to do all of those things.

Not yet anyway.

“I’m fine. I was just on a call with the US and heard the lift.”

“How was your day?” she asked.

“You don’t want to hear about that. I should let you go to bed and get some sleep.” I’d wait to tell her about her third date and my plan to “help.” Even though it might kill me.

“I won’t be able to sleep for hours yet. Too . . . wired. It’s been a crazy day.”

“I have cake.” I held open the door. I’d picked up her favorite, cookies and cream.

“That sounds perfect.” She collapsed on the sofa, kicking off her shoes. It made me smile because she seemed so comfortable here, as if she’d moved in. It struck me, not for the first time, that I liked having Hartford in my space. From that first week, when she popped her head in to collect me for a grocery run, her presence here had felt natural. Proof enough, if I needed it, that the boundaries I’d set for other women simply didn’t apply to Hartford. I set about getting two glasses of water, each with a slice of lemon.

“I’m going flat hunting again at the weekend. There’s a new place come up in Borehamwood, a one-bedroom. I think you’d like it. No chip shop below.” She pulled out her phone and started scrolling. “Here,” she said. “Swap you for a glass of water.”

She took the drink and gave me the phone. I took a cursory look at the flat she was considering.

“I could extend on next door if you want me to,” I said. “It’s not a big deal. You’d have more time to figure out exactly where you wanted to live.” Borehamwood was miles away. I’d never see her if she lived all the way out there.

“You’re sweet. But you can’t get me used to living like I’m a celebrity. I need to get back to reality eventually.”

The thought of her moving out in just a few weeks brought back my sense of urgency. “I had drinks with the boys tonight. I’ve found you a third date. A friend of Dexter’s. He’s a doctor.”

Her eyes brightened. “Where does he work?”

“I have his full name. Shall I look him up?”

I typed out “Brian Sandford doctor” into my phone and up he popped. Dexter wasn’t exaggerating when he said the guy was good looking. For a second, I thought about lying and saying that nothing had come up. But I needed to stick with the plan. And for the plan to work, she needed to be motivated to impress him. I turned my phone and held it up for her. “What do you think?”

“Handsome. Let me see?”

I handed her the phone and sat next to her as she scrolled through his online profile. “He’s a few years older. But made consultant already. That’s impressive—Oh. He did Medicines Sans Frontiers.” A smile burst onto her face. How was I ever going to compete with that? “When’s the date?”

“Next weekend.” Now was the time when I needed to bring up going out with me. I took in a deep breath and took the plunge. “I thought that after last time, maybe you needed . . . I don’t know, some kind of trial run.”

“What do you mean? Because of David?”

“Just in case your confidence has you off balance. You don’t want to be getting your sea legs with a guy like Brian, right?”

“He looks too good to be true.”

“Right.” I was part horrified that she’d taken such an instant liking to him, and part relieved that his profile was making my argument for me. It would have been nice if maybe even a tiny part of her had hoped that I might decide casual wasn’t the order of business when it came to her. But I’d made this bed and now I had to lie in it, which was why I was Googling pictures of Brian. “So, maybe have a practice run before you go out with him?”


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