Rekindling Love (British Billionaires Series) by Sorell Oates Page A
Authors: Sorell Oates
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I never did.”
“ I know. I'm just saying. I need to reassess my initial plan.”
“ There's no longer an 'us' involved in the plotting then,” he acted as a pantomime baddie.
“ Sorry Dylan. I'm frazzled.”
“ Rehearsals going well?”
“ Yeah they're fine. Is that why you're here? To see if I'm performing to standard?” she roasted.
“ Of course not. I came to see you.”
“ Or came to see how the date went?”
“ Both. I don't want him hurting you again.”
“ I told you he won't hurt me again.”
“ He's taken ill for one night and you're playing nursemaid to him.”
“ How the hell would you know?”
“ Because I called your phone. Imogen picked up to inform me you were searching the medicine cabinets for Rupert.”
“ Are you spying on me?”
“ I. Was. Concerned. About. Your. Safety,” he enunciated.
“ I. Am. Fine,” she mimicked back.
“ I'm glad. Call me when you're in a mood to be friendly.”
Dylan slammed the door. Susan couldn't figure out if she was angry at him or herself. Picking up her cell phone, which Dylan had carefully put together, she punched in Rupert's number.
“ Susie.”
“ Rupert. How are you feeling?”
“ Hung over.”
There was a silence that stretched. Susan was confident. She got on stage in front of thousands every night. Suddenly she couldn't find a word to say. Should she mention the twins or not?
The wordless minutes were as painful for Rupert as they were Susan. He decided to put her out of her misery. “I wanted to thank you. Calling Imogen, keeping her company, going to the chemist, escorting me home. I'm grateful. And I am sorry for what I did to you with Nikki.”
“ I know.”
“ Are we at peace with one another?” he asked.
To Susan's ears he sounded very unlike himself. Do I even know him now to be making that assessment? From what he said last night, I know nothing about him. I thought at school we'd been as thick thieves but never had he let on about the family tragedy. Essentially he was a stranger to Susan and always would be. They hadn't even been in the same year at school. What did they know about each other? What did they even have in common?
Rupert was a tortured soul, but it wasn't her job to save him. Dylan was the boy who rescued her. Rupert had been the boy to break her heart. In the grand scheme, her loyalties were not sensibly invested in Rupert. Yet after everything, she was drawn to him. His complications. His ability to love. Could she truly forgive him? Could she be at peace with him?
“ I think we are,” she replied absently.
She terminated the call.
CHAPTER 14
It had been Imogen who picked up the tale. She'd not asked Susan what Rupert revealed. When Imogen burst into the flat like a mercenary ready to take out whoever harmed her brother, Susan found herself raising her arms above her head as a criminal sprung by a law enforcement officer.
“ Why's he passed out?” she interrogated, blue eyes darting suspiciously to Susan.
“ He necked half a bottle of scotch in one go.”
“ And you let him?”
“ Imogen, he's six feet tall, works out every day. How could I possibly stop him?”
Imogen studied her old school acquaintance. She was a healthy size eight and though toned, was not muscular. At five foot four, she wouldn't have been able to administer a lot physically to prevent her brother from his recent boozing.
“ Did he say what upset him?”
It was Susan's turn to decide how to handle the delicate family matter.
“ He mentioned your twin brothers.”
“ Did he mention I'm adopted?”
Susan shook her head.
“ Will you help me lug him to bed?”
“ Of course,” whispered Susan.
Equally determined, two tiny women lifting a dead-weight drunk was next to impossible. Rupert woke enough to
“ I know. I'm just saying. I need to reassess my initial plan.”
“ There's no longer an 'us' involved in the plotting then,” he acted as a pantomime baddie.
“ Sorry Dylan. I'm frazzled.”
“ Rehearsals going well?”
“ Yeah they're fine. Is that why you're here? To see if I'm performing to standard?” she roasted.
“ Of course not. I came to see you.”
“ Or came to see how the date went?”
“ Both. I don't want him hurting you again.”
“ I told you he won't hurt me again.”
“ He's taken ill for one night and you're playing nursemaid to him.”
“ How the hell would you know?”
“ Because I called your phone. Imogen picked up to inform me you were searching the medicine cabinets for Rupert.”
“ Are you spying on me?”
“ I. Was. Concerned. About. Your. Safety,” he enunciated.
“ I. Am. Fine,” she mimicked back.
“ I'm glad. Call me when you're in a mood to be friendly.”
Dylan slammed the door. Susan couldn't figure out if she was angry at him or herself. Picking up her cell phone, which Dylan had carefully put together, she punched in Rupert's number.
“ Susie.”
“ Rupert. How are you feeling?”
“ Hung over.”
There was a silence that stretched. Susan was confident. She got on stage in front of thousands every night. Suddenly she couldn't find a word to say. Should she mention the twins or not?
The wordless minutes were as painful for Rupert as they were Susan. He decided to put her out of her misery. “I wanted to thank you. Calling Imogen, keeping her company, going to the chemist, escorting me home. I'm grateful. And I am sorry for what I did to you with Nikki.”
“ I know.”
“ Are we at peace with one another?” he asked.
To Susan's ears he sounded very unlike himself. Do I even know him now to be making that assessment? From what he said last night, I know nothing about him. I thought at school we'd been as thick thieves but never had he let on about the family tragedy. Essentially he was a stranger to Susan and always would be. They hadn't even been in the same year at school. What did they know about each other? What did they even have in common?
Rupert was a tortured soul, but it wasn't her job to save him. Dylan was the boy who rescued her. Rupert had been the boy to break her heart. In the grand scheme, her loyalties were not sensibly invested in Rupert. Yet after everything, she was drawn to him. His complications. His ability to love. Could she truly forgive him? Could she be at peace with him?
“ I think we are,” she replied absently.
She terminated the call.
CHAPTER 14
It had been Imogen who picked up the tale. She'd not asked Susan what Rupert revealed. When Imogen burst into the flat like a mercenary ready to take out whoever harmed her brother, Susan found herself raising her arms above her head as a criminal sprung by a law enforcement officer.
“ Why's he passed out?” she interrogated, blue eyes darting suspiciously to Susan.
“ He necked half a bottle of scotch in one go.”
“ And you let him?”
“ Imogen, he's six feet tall, works out every day. How could I possibly stop him?”
Imogen studied her old school acquaintance. She was a healthy size eight and though toned, was not muscular. At five foot four, she wouldn't have been able to administer a lot physically to prevent her brother from his recent boozing.
“ Did he say what upset him?”
It was Susan's turn to decide how to handle the delicate family matter.
“ He mentioned your twin brothers.”
“ Did he mention I'm adopted?”
Susan shook her head.
“ Will you help me lug him to bed?”
“ Of course,” whispered Susan.
Equally determined, two tiny women lifting a dead-weight drunk was next to impossible. Rupert woke enough to
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