Page 103 of A Midnight Romance
She draws back quickly, her eyes the size of saucers.“Did you just almost saylove?”
I clear my throat, ready to pay it off. “Uh, I don’t think so.”
Replaying what I was about to say, my heart pounds. The words escaped without a second thought, almost as if my subconscious was telling me something.
It can’t be true.
“Okay, well”—she runs a hand through her hair—“I have some writing to do, and you’re meeting with Sebastian.”
This situation turned awkward quickly. “So, I’ll go meet with Sebastian. I’ll text you in a bit, okay?”
She follows me to the door. “Yeah.”
“Okay.” I smile. Standing with my arms at my sides in the doorway.
“Okay,” she repeats, her cheeks blushing.
We both walk down the hall of the North Wing in silence, before parting ways. After the exchange with Lux, my mind is spinning with questions.
Do I love her?
Am I capable of loving anyone?
I shake off the thoughts and refocus on the important thing at hand. If the police outed Andrew’s name to the world and he gets word of this, he’s probably trying to leave the country as we speak, if he hasn’t already.
I open my laptop and pull up a flight tracker app that my team uses to monitor personal planes. It was one of the first systems I was able to hack into years ago. Then I take out my phone and send Sebastian a quick text.
Me: Are you at the manor?
Sebastian: Yeah, I’m in my office.
Me: Can you meet me in mine right now?
Sebastian: You know you could come to the west wing once in a while.
Me: Be here in 5 mins.
I slump into my leather chair, waiting for Sebastian to come down. Within a few minutes, he’s walking through my office door.
“Ah, you left it unlocked for me,” he comments as he walks in. “How thoughtful of you.”
“Did you see the press conference the police held?” I ask, getting down to business.
“I did.”
“I figured Andrew would be trying to make a run for it, so I’ve been tracking his personal plane.”
Sebastian slumps onto the leather couch. “Awesome. That’s exactly what I’ve been doing.”
“He’s definitely trying to flee.”
“And I’m sure the police are right behind us with tracking him.”
“But they don’t have him in custody yet, so that means we still have time.” I sigh, resting my chin in the palm of my hand, I glance at the real time flight plan on my computer screen. “Can you find a list of properties owned by the Hughes family?”
“Like commercial or personal?”
“Both.”
