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three bottles.”
“Where?”
“At my place.”
Chantel huffed, giving him her version of a pout.
“Lucien--what about the Ball. You can’t leave--not yet.”
“I’m not leaving the city. I’m just going across town. I’ll be back so fast, no one will ever know that I’d left.”
“I’ll know...and what am I to tell momma and poppa?”
“Tell them that I’ll be back.”
“And Marisela...?”
He frowned...
“What about Marisela--she’s your guest--your friend, your problem and not mine.”
“Lucien, don’t pretend that you don’t know that she’s interested in you. She’s worried about her brother and if something awful has happened to him, she’ll need to be consoled--and who better than you.”
“Chantel stop jumping to conclusions. When it comes to Marisela’s brother--just say as little as possible, especially if the information isn’t substantiated. Besides--I am not interested in her--and I think she knows this.”
“Lucien--she likes you--a lot.”
“Your friend is interested in me even though she knows that I am not interested in her. What kind of relationship would that be?”
“Those are the best kinds of relationships. It’s absolutely wonderful when the other person wants you more than you want them.”
Lucien laughed. She was one to talk because he knew that Clive had practically begged his sister to marry him; but he also knew that his sister had been madly in love with Clive--and that’s what he wanted. Lucien wouldn’t sacrifice romance, to be with a woman who loved him and the sentiment only went one way. When he married, he would marry for love and for life--not because some woman had a oneway crush on him.
When he was a few feet from the front door, he pulled his sister to his side. In this part of the house the crowd of people was the thickest, and he wanted to be heard over their noisy voices.
“I’ll be back in less than an hour. If you can--pull poppa aside, and ask if he can request a favor from the police department.”
Chantel frowned, appearing confused. Lucien said...
“Chantel--Horatio Bloom is the head of missing persons. If Tollin doesn’t show up, he might be able to help. Talk to poppa--get him to ask Horatio to wave the forty-eight hour wait as a favor to him.”
He smiled, then he said...
“For all we know, Tollin is probably playing the hermit, held up in his penthouse. Maybe he decided that there wasn’t anything worth celebrating today. Hell, can you blame him. He’s dealing with the memory of killing that little girl, and losing Eliza. With that kind of weight on a person’s shoulder, who could blame them if they chose to shy away from the world.”
Chantel nodded, then Lucien skirted around the guest, until he finally reached the front door--stepping out into the mad rush of street party’s. Lucien’s heart plummeted, faster than a brick thrown from the roof. The traffic on his block was at a standstill. There’d be no traveling on the ground for him. He pulled out his mobile phone, then pressed a button to phone his pilot. After one ring, the phone was answered.
“Hey boss. Happy holiday.”
“Same to you Caesar--look--normally, I wouldn’t bother you on a holiday--but, from where I’m standing--the ground traffic is unbelievably thick.”
Lucien could hear Caesar’s grin in his voice....
“No bother boss--what can I do for you?”
“First off man--are you sober?”
“As sober as I’m going to get on a day like today.”
Lucien nodded, fully understanding his meaning. If he waited another hour, his pilot will have drank more, thereby being less sober than his present state. In this situation, Lucien would have to take what he could get.
“All right then--meet me on the roof of the brownstone in twenty minutes. I’ll wait for you there at the helipad--and if you don’t think that you’re sober enough to fly, find me a pilot who’s clearheaded and
“Where?”
“At my place.”
Chantel huffed, giving him her version of a pout.
“Lucien--what about the Ball. You can’t leave--not yet.”
“I’m not leaving the city. I’m just going across town. I’ll be back so fast, no one will ever know that I’d left.”
“I’ll know...and what am I to tell momma and poppa?”
“Tell them that I’ll be back.”
“And Marisela...?”
He frowned...
“What about Marisela--she’s your guest--your friend, your problem and not mine.”
“Lucien, don’t pretend that you don’t know that she’s interested in you. She’s worried about her brother and if something awful has happened to him, she’ll need to be consoled--and who better than you.”
“Chantel stop jumping to conclusions. When it comes to Marisela’s brother--just say as little as possible, especially if the information isn’t substantiated. Besides--I am not interested in her--and I think she knows this.”
“Lucien--she likes you--a lot.”
“Your friend is interested in me even though she knows that I am not interested in her. What kind of relationship would that be?”
“Those are the best kinds of relationships. It’s absolutely wonderful when the other person wants you more than you want them.”
Lucien laughed. She was one to talk because he knew that Clive had practically begged his sister to marry him; but he also knew that his sister had been madly in love with Clive--and that’s what he wanted. Lucien wouldn’t sacrifice romance, to be with a woman who loved him and the sentiment only went one way. When he married, he would marry for love and for life--not because some woman had a oneway crush on him.
When he was a few feet from the front door, he pulled his sister to his side. In this part of the house the crowd of people was the thickest, and he wanted to be heard over their noisy voices.
“I’ll be back in less than an hour. If you can--pull poppa aside, and ask if he can request a favor from the police department.”
Chantel frowned, appearing confused. Lucien said...
“Chantel--Horatio Bloom is the head of missing persons. If Tollin doesn’t show up, he might be able to help. Talk to poppa--get him to ask Horatio to wave the forty-eight hour wait as a favor to him.”
He smiled, then he said...
“For all we know, Tollin is probably playing the hermit, held up in his penthouse. Maybe he decided that there wasn’t anything worth celebrating today. Hell, can you blame him. He’s dealing with the memory of killing that little girl, and losing Eliza. With that kind of weight on a person’s shoulder, who could blame them if they chose to shy away from the world.”
Chantel nodded, then Lucien skirted around the guest, until he finally reached the front door--stepping out into the mad rush of street party’s. Lucien’s heart plummeted, faster than a brick thrown from the roof. The traffic on his block was at a standstill. There’d be no traveling on the ground for him. He pulled out his mobile phone, then pressed a button to phone his pilot. After one ring, the phone was answered.
“Hey boss. Happy holiday.”
“Same to you Caesar--look--normally, I wouldn’t bother you on a holiday--but, from where I’m standing--the ground traffic is unbelievably thick.”
Lucien could hear Caesar’s grin in his voice....
“No bother boss--what can I do for you?”
“First off man--are you sober?”
“As sober as I’m going to get on a day like today.”
Lucien nodded, fully understanding his meaning. If he waited another hour, his pilot will have drank more, thereby being less sober than his present state. In this situation, Lucien would have to take what he could get.
“All right then--meet me on the roof of the brownstone in twenty minutes. I’ll wait for you there at the helipad--and if you don’t think that you’re sober enough to fly, find me a pilot who’s clearheaded and
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