Page 251 of His Flash Mate
No one else disagreed.Relieved we were closer to finding answers, I finished my dessert and followed Konni upstairs for the night.
Wrapped in Konni’s arms and breathing in his scent, I slept like a baby and woke up to his teasing kisses along my shoulder.
We showered together then joined everyone downstairs again.The table wasn’t set for breakfast as I’d hoped.It was a planning war zone.
Stacks of invitations waited to be hand-addressed by Kaya and Becky.Color options for the decorations waited next to the cake samples.Mom was sorting through flower arrangement options.Small plates of sampled appetizers had sticky notes on them from everyone.And a sketch book of dress designs lay open amidst everything.
“Look through that and pick two options,” Kaya said, catching sight of me.“One’s for mingling before, and one’s for the announcement on stage.We need to finish addressing these before the white glove service arrives.”
“There’s a stage?”I asked, already turning the pages.
“Of course there is.”
“What’s the white glove service for?”I asked.
“Hand delivery,” Becky said.“When you’re done with that, try the appetizers too.”
Unable to choose a dress, I pulled Konni into the decision, which he liked, based on the gold in his eyes.When we finished that, we sampled the food, and I went to make us both coffees while Konni listened to his dad’s security plan.
Leaning against the counter, I watched Becky, Kaya, and Mom debate flowers while Konni, Balak, and his grandpa pulled up a map of the area around the venue.It was a weirdly good moment.Weird because I was basking in being surrounded by love and family while they were talking about potential escape routes and allergies.
Content in a way I’d never experienced before, I carried Konni’s coffee to him.He set it to the side and pulled me into his arms, my back to his chest, so we could both see the map.
Decisions were still being made when he stole me away again for a midmorning nap.
We didn’t nap.
A tray of sandwiches magically appeared outside our door at lunchtime.
That was all the incentive Konni needed to keep me to himself for a little longer.I didn’t mind but knew we couldn’t keep hiding from the world.We had things we needed to do, and we’d both healed enough physically and mentally to keep moving forward.
That night, we left the estate to visit my bodyguard, who had thankfully woken up.We kept the visit brief since she was still recovering, and we didn’t want word to spread that we were there.The last thing any of us wanted was a media circus.She apologized for not stopping my abduction, but I waved away her attempt.
“The people who should be sorry will be sorry.Heal quickly so you can be there when it happens.”
She agreed, and we left as quietly as we’d arrived.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-NINE
“Stop it,”I warned Konni softly when his fingers brushed against mine in the elevator.
When I’d sweet-talked him into returning to work today, I’d specifically said no public displays of affection until after the welcome party.He’d agreed but was obviously struggling to keep his word.
Thankfully, we arrived early, so no one would notice his subtle attempts.
The elevator stopped.His fingers brushed mine again.I shot him a look just as the doors opened.
“Welcome back!”
The shout and sudden pop, followed by confetti-rain, startled me.
I gaped at the Snack Pack standing outside the doors.Bomir held the spent confetti cannon, Marius two coffees, and Edi a take-out bag from a nearby bakery.
“You guys are the best,” I said, laughing.“Thank you.”
Balak and Palmen, who’d stepped in to manage Steele Corp in Konni’s absence, had kept the Snack Pack apprised of the situation.So, after their thoughtful welcome, we had an impromptu meeting to catch up on anything we’d missed.Thanks to them and Konni’s family, no fires needed to be put out—other than the ones Konni had set himself while looking for me.
Settling in at my desk, I quickly caught up on emails and reviewed the current project lists.Nothing urgent stood out.Realizing I wouldn’t need to work through lunch, I messaged the girls.
