It felt like it had been a long time since I'd kicked off the project for Steve Glennis but finally we were making some progress. Research had done th...ir work profiling the possible candidates. As I'd thought, their favourite was Lady Angela Marchmont too. Now the snatch team was out on the job.I made my way over to the briefing room to wait for some news.I looked up at the wall. The pictures, plans and diagrams that had been used to brief the snatch team were still there, pinned to the large. " It was good to break loose for a bit, wasn't it," Iris agreed.She brushed through her damp locks quickly and throwing her brush down onto her bed, she draped her arm through her sister's arm. "Shall we go and find some food now?" she asked lightly."Oh, yes please – I am absolutely starving!"They strolled into the kitchen to find their father already there, and making the most of a rather nice looking breakfast."There is just something very enjoyable about having breakfast at two o'clock in. I didn’t want to be in love.-------------------------------------------------------- We both collapsed onto each other on the living room couch when we got back to his house. It was getting dark, and we’d both eaten a box of pizza bites and drunk a half-bottle of rum from the pantry. “Your breath smells good.” “Your breath is stank.” I slapped him playfully, falling on top of him, kissing his face. “Hey.” “Hey.” “What do you wanna do now?” He chuckled and I felt a hand snake down between our. I saw her at parties and other events where we often visited as two old friends. My interest had grown, rather than diminished.She knew how I felt about her. She knew all she had to do was tell me she was willing to be mine and I would marry her in a moment. She also knew someone in the relationship had to be more dominant, and I wanted that someone to be me. It was my fault we broke up. I was afraid to be as tough as she needed and wanted, even if she was not consciously aware she wanted it..