I turn round and see the man who has plagued about fifty percent of my thoughts just before I go to sleep. A man whose lips I know what it’s like to feel on my own and want them there again.
Isaac laughs. His eyes crinkle, the dark iris’ molten in a heartbeat.
“You come here for the food?”
Now it’s my turn to laugh. “Absolutely. Because pork that’s three days out is what I live for.”
He sits down opposite me, without a drink. “Same information. I think we’re chasing a ghost.”
Raymond Graham Seymour went under several names, one of which was associated with a group called the Red and White Right, a pro-English extremist group who were in favour of Scotland being taken over by force. They weren’t happy with Goldsmith or his party and had made various threats in recent weeks against both Blair and the Prime Minister.
“It worries me that we both fell for the same info.”
Isaac lounges back in a chair that isn’t designed for lounging. He’s not wearing his usual suit. This evening it’s black denim jeans and a t-shirt that does nothing to hide the biceps that his suits cover.
“That we’ve both been pulled away at the same time?”
I nod. Take out my phone. Call Blair.
She answers on the third ring. “I’m okay. It was a false alarm.”
“What was?”
I see Isaac sit up, look less relaxed.
“The fire alarm went off but Micky stopped us from evacuating. They’ve caught a man on the premises.”
“What’s happened to him?”
“I think the fish in the loch are getting a tasty supper.”
“I’m going to phone Micky. Don’t fuck off anywhere you’re not supposed to.”
She says something back but I don’t hear, hanging up as a text comes through. It’s from Micky, who’s basically explaining what Blair just has.
“They pulled you away for a reason?” Isaac says. He cracks his fingers and I know he’s itching to turn over the man who gave us this information.
“Failed attempt to pull Blair out of the castle. Micky stopped it.” I breathe, praising which ever fucking god’s on duty that Micky was there and the man has a sense of danger that’s like a dog’s for meat.
“She’s okay?”
“She’s okay. Smart mouthed as normal.”
“And you’re okay now.” He isn’t asking about me; he’s asking about me and Blair and the night she found herself in his room after she’d thought I’d taken another woman back to mine.
“About as okay as I can be.”
“And you’re okay with what we did?”
I swallow. “We kissed. We didn’t get married.”
“Some men wouldn’t be okay with that.”
I laugh. “It isn’t like it was the first time I’d kissed a man.”
“You’ve kissed many?”
“Depends what you mean by many. How about you? First time you’d felt someone else’s stubble on your mouth?”
