Page 9 of My Brother's Alien Match
We must meet as soon as possible. I cannot wait another day to see you.
Oh. I swallowed. Damn. Okay.
If he meant that the way it sounded, he was thirsty as hell and wanted Taylor to drink.
For a second, I was overwhelmingly jealous. Things were always soeasyfor my brother. Even this. Who would ever work to getmethe best, hottest, most committed guy they could find? I wouldn’t even do that for myself, dammit. Two pictures and a couple messages, and Taylor was pretty much secured getting a hot hookup and potentially more. I couldn’t help the bitterness that dripped into my next message.
I thought you said that you want the one? Didn’t think you were looking for a hookup.
Is that not what you want?
I just want a date to the ball.
We must meet at least once before the ball. I need to be sure.
That made some sense, I decided. He was unsure about spending his evening with me—Taylor—before knowing if it was worth it. Maybe he was talking to others, weighing his options before committing.
Come meet me at the embassy. I will be waiting for you.
My eyes widened.
What? I can’t. I’m working.
Shit. Taylorwasn’tworking today. But Luno didn’t need to know that.
There was an exceptionally long wait before his next message. Eventually, I had to get up and go back to the event hall.
As soon as I was back to setting up tables, my phone vibrated again. Despite myself, I pulled it out immediately.
Where do you work?
I work for Gilded Events. We’re setting up a party for today.
But…
I don’t have to work the party this time. So, I’ll be off at five…
Would you be willing to meet me then?
I swallowed. He was being less demanding about it at least, but he was right. It was probably better to get this over with now rather than dragging it out.
I’d figure something out with Taylor. Somehow, force him to at least meet the guy. And I would be there, not because my curiosity was killing me, but to make sure Taylor was safe when meeting this stranger.
Also, if I was being honest, I didn’t feel like I could rest until I set eyes on Luno’s beautiful form in person, at least.
Meet me at the Engagement Sculpture at Sunset Beach at six?
I will be there.
I stared at his message, my heart galloping. I hadn’t noticed the relevance of the meeting spot until sending the message. It was near our apartment and a convenient spot in public that was easy to find. Hopefully, he didn’t think anything of it.
“Robin. What are you doing? Those napkins aren’t going to fold themselves!”
I jumped, realizing that Stan had returned from the storehouse with boxes of supplies.
“Sorry,” I muttered, hurrying back to my task.
He sighed.
