Free He's Captured My Soul (Captured Series Book 3) by Karen Frances

first time our parents are together properly. The first time my mum met Sarah and Richard, doesn't really count. Not sure there was much conversation between them that night, although I really don’t remember much of it. The night I took unwell at the hotel, I’m sure they were all too concerned to do small talk. That being said, the conversations tonight are certainly not small talk. No they all seem to be getting on extremely well.
    “Right Missy or rather soon to be Mrs. Jay and I should be making a move, we are going back to Mum’s and you know what she's like about the time,” says Kirsty. I laugh because Kirsty’s mum, isn’t as bad as she makes out. Alex thanks Kirsty and Jay for coming and for keeping it a secret from me. That I’m surprised with because Kirsty and keeping things to herself don’t usually go together. I walk them out.
    “I will call you tomorrow,” Kirsty says.
    “Not too early I hope. I plan on having a long lie in.”
    “Yeah, right I know exactly what you will be up to.” She sniggers; Jay just smiles. “I won’t call too early. I have a few ideas if Alex can’t get tickets for tomorrow night.”
    “Okay. I will see what he comes up with. But I’m looking forward to going out and letting my hair down for a change.”
    “Yeah, me too.” She kisses me. “Now get back to the rest of your family and send them all away for the night. Because you, my best friend, have a gorgeous hunk of a man to go and look after. No offence to my current company.” She flashes a dazzling smile at Jay.
    “None taken,” he replies.
    “Now I will see you tomorrow night, when you are all glammed-up and looking sexy as hell. Because I know you can still pull that off.”
    “Okay, I hear you loud and clear.”
    We say goodnight and I head back to our family. As I walk along the hall, I suddenly feel a little dizzy, lightheaded. I stop and lean against the wall, urging it to pass quickly. I can’t really blame the drink, I’ve not had that much. A couple of glasses of champagne then on to some water, because I could feel it going straight to my head. I’m still leaning against the wall, when I hear footsteps. I look up and try to move away, but it’s still a struggle.
    “Libby! Shit what’s wrong? Why didn’t you call me?”
    Alex. He comes rushing toward me, concerned.
    “Alex, I’m fine just a little dizzy. And I didn’t call because it will pass.”
    “You don’t look fine. The colour has drained from you.” He takes me in his arms, holding me possessively, but also keeping me on my feet. I’m sure if it weren’t for him I would be on the ground.
    “I’ll be fine in a minute,” I tell him.
    “No, I think I should take you upstairs and then let everyone know you are ill.”
    “There’s an offer I won’t say no to. You and me upstairs.” I smile coyly at him.
    “Seriously, Libby. You’re unwell and that’s still the first thing you think of.”
    “Of course and I’m not unwell.”
    “What will we do with you?”
    “Oh I can think of a few things.” I smile as I draw him near. He shakes his head.
    “Now come on. I’m taking you upstairs.”
    “No, I’m fine. I want to see everyone before they go. If you tell my mum, she’ll only worry, needlessly.”
    “Libby, you would try the patience of a saint.”
    “Well it’s a good thing you’re not a saint, then.”
    We both go back into the living room and Alex doesn’t leave my side. My mum notices there’s something wrong but doesn’t push. She can still be subtle when she wants to be. Everyone stays for another hour or so. But my mum hints that it should be time they were all leaving, saying I must be tired after working today as well as all the excitement of this evening.
    It’s not too long until we are saying goodbye to everyone. Sarah, Richard and Sophie will all be here tomorrow afternoon to stay here for the rest of their visit.

I SLOWLY CLOSE THE DOOR , after saying goodnight to my concerned mum. She does