Page 46 of Ghost of a Chance
It’s okay if it’s a no.
Sorry, I zoned out, what about my house?Sweater on, Brad hesitated in leaving the room with them having a conversation clearly connected to the woman downstairs.
I thought as it’s empty, maybe Mom, while she’s here, could use it.
That’s a brilliant idea, so the house isn’t left unoccupied.Relief came from not having to explain why he wasn’t keen on having sex while there was a parent in the house.
You don’t mind, really?
Brad was halfway down the stairs when Lionel appeared. “Why would I mind, when it means I can continue to be loud when we’re alone…” He winked saucily while keeping his voice down.
One beat, and Lionel’s grin matched his. “I love your logic, now come and say hi to Mom before she sends out a search party for us.”
“First.” Brad skipped down the stairs, took hold of Lionel’s hand, and tugged him closer. “I need a kiss, then we can talk about Pennington. I can’t wait to hear this story.”
Epilogue
Sven
He stared at the title of the email, frowning.What now!
“Bucket List Buddies has ruined my business!”
How could anyone believe that?
Remy had worked so hard to make this a success, and the figures after the second event showed an even bigger spike in requests for more events than the first one. He couldn’t explain why he felt perturbed that someone was complaining, he just did.
He took a deep breath and opened the email before he had the planned call with Remy.
He scanned the content, his ire growing at the preposterous accusations when it came to another pair finding their mate at the ghost hunting event.
That was interesting. Two couples both found their fated mate. Remy could be right, it would make a good selling point, yet he imagined people's disappointment if they believed in such things.
He wasn’t sure the email sender believed in them. This Pennington, it appeared, was furious that one of his pride had found his mate, a male no less, and not a female from his pride, as was proper.
He’d never read such drivel.
Sven was never one to delete an email without responding. When he saw Remy’s name and how this Pennington accused Remy of making money off setting up “those types of people”—the man had the audacity to put it in quotes—made Sven see red. He was gay. He didn’t know about Remy, but that was irrelevant, he wouldn’t tolerate this and hit the delete button.
The threats were nonsense. He covered every eventuality with his lawyers, so there was nothing to be concerned about. In fact, he wasn’t concerned about the business… just if Remy saw it, he’d get upset.
His phone rang on the desk, and he snatched it up. “Hello,” he snapped, then realized the time and who was on the other end of the phone when he heard a distressed noise. “Remy?”
“Have I called at a bad time?”
The timid tone got him gritting his teeth and wanting to punch something, preferably Pennington’s nose. “No, sorry, I just had a situation that… annoyed me.” He was furious. Only he would not say that with how sensitive he suspected Remy was. “I want to say well done on the ghost hunting tours. The feedback has beenexceptional.” He wouldn’t mention Pennington, he wouldn’t. Why, it was irrelevant.
“Thank you, those who came loved it.” He sounded more confident, and Sven relaxed back in his seat and found himself smiling. “I was thinking we should maybe consider a repeat block,” Remy added.
Sven picked up his pen and twirled it between his fingers. “We talked about keeping it fresh and exciting, so a repeat for now, I’d say no, leave it six months, a year.”
Remy signed down the phone.
“What’s up next?” Sven asked, looking at the list they’d talked about, his pulse skipping at what he’d written.
“Hot air balloon rides. The company I’ve reached out to were very helpful in talking about launch sites and times they can arrange the flights. I am excited about doing a sunset one. This is very popular… romantic.”
Sven lurched forward. Who was Remy thinking of taking? Remy normally asked him if he was going to attend. Why wasn’t he doing it this time?
