Page 60 of I Dated a Holiday Hero
The man chuckled and finished disrobing. The light of the scanner rose from the platform, and his measurements appeared on Hever’s tablet.
“Okay, you are done. You can get dressed, and we will get to work on your suit. Once we have it to the point it is comfortable for you, we will forward the production directions to any lab or tailor that you have available.”
Dex smiled and waited until Votavi left. The security officer followed, and Dex sighed. “I have the fabric requisitions.”
Hever smiled. “I sent them up. The lab will be locked to randoms until you return.”
Dex sighed. “Thanks. I am a worrier.”
“No problem. So, you still arrange weddings?”
“Sure. I have a ton of contacts in town. What’s the timeline?”
“Uh, I will know on Thursday.”
“Fair enough. Call me anytime. I don’t have much of a social life.” Dex grinned.
“But you are gorgeous. Stunning. If I hadn’t heard you belch, I would have feared for my fiancé’s fidelity.”
“I am seven feet tall in heels. That leaves actives as my sole dating pool, and the ones I like are interested in women a foot shorter than me. I am a little too much.”
Hever shrugged. “I found someone, and I am the clone of a weapon and an organized crime thug.”
“Yeah, but you are cute. Guys forgive a lot for cute.”
“Get me through the wedding, and I will see about finding a guy for you. It is guys, right?”
“Yes, it is guys. I am going to go up and get the fabric. Do we sew it?”
“Yup. Sort of. No. We glue it together. Prototypes are always a little rough, but the system is making a body blank of him right now.”
Dex nodded. “That sounds like a coffee break.”
Hever laughed. “I knew I liked you. Come on. You can tell me what goes into an Aksallan wedding.”
Dex perked up. “Sure. So, you are Uraddan and something else?”
“Not a clue what. Zera won’t tell me, and I don’t think Tirra knows.”
“Wow. Okay. Mystery genes. Gotta love ‘em.”
“You mentioned coffee?”
Dex nodded, and they locked up and headed out.
Hever saw their reflections in the mirror of the lift, and she grinned. They were both wearing office clothes, covered in dust, and smeared with whatever their last appointment had secreted. Coffee was required.
They sat and had coffee, chatting about the basics of the wedding, including the dress and location for the ceremony and reception.
Zera came by and looked at them. “You couldn’t have cleaned up?”
Hever smiled and sipped her coffee. “Nope. No shower facility in our department, let alone uniforms. I have been requesting the authorization for months.”
Dex took apart another Danish. “It would be helpful; it is hard enough to get clothing in my size.”
She smiled and ate.
Zera looked at her. “I am not sure you are suitable for this position.”
