Reinventing Cato | Barbara Elsborg
Unfinished Business #3
Release Date: March 24th, 2021
Length: 111,000 words
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Fate is not always written in the stars…
Being headhunted by NASA might be his ultimate dream, but Cato’s life still sucks. He’s tired of anonymous one-night stands. He’s tired of being lonely. And, frankly, he’s tired of himself. As the clock strikes midnight on New Year’s Eve, he realises the only thing to do if he wants to be happy is to reinvent himself.
Persuaded by his sister to spend New Year’s Eve in Scotland with his parents, Vigge can’t escape the memory of why their family fractured eighteen years ago, and his part in it. He’s channelled the guilt he feels into finding truth and justice for others, but his own life is empty and cold.
A chance encounter at a snowbound airport has Vigge and Cato colliding in more ways than one. Someone seems to have it in for Cato, and as Vigge gets drawn into the mess of Cato’s life, he finds himself falling for the sexy scientist.
If only Vigge can make peace with his past and step away from the darkness, they just might have a chance at a future as bright as Cato’s beloved stars.
They didn’t get through Kendal until after midday. Vigge decided to top up the fuel and buy food and water, in case they got stranded. When he turned into the petrol station, Cato opened his eyes and sat up. “Are we nearly there yet?”
“That was an excellent imitation of a bratty teenager.” It was.
“Well, are we?”
Cato put on his glasses. “I’ll get the fuel. You want something to eat?”
“If you fill the car, I’ll buy the food.”
Cato grabbed his coat and put it on before he got out of the car. As Vigge headed across the forecourt, Cato shouted, “Buy condoms. The ribbed ones. Extra-large. And pineapple-flavoured lube. And I hope you’ve brought your handcuffs.”
Vigge spun round, horrified, but there was no one around to hear.
Cato grinned. “Do the best you can.”
Vigge shivered. He should have put his coat on too. It was icy cold. He slipped into the shop and sighed. Not much choice on a snowy New Year’s Day. He picked up a basket and put in bottles of water, chocolate bars, crisps, two warm cheese and onion pasties—the only hot food they had—and a box of mince pies. His mother hadn’t offered any rings of the cake and Vigge hadn’t wanted to ask again.
Cato came in to pay while Vigge stood at the coffee machine. He looked down at Vigge’s basket. “Browsing for food to sustain us just in case we’re cut off in the middle of nowhere and it turns out that you don’t find me very appetising? Though I find that very hard to believe.”
“Food to sustain us?”
“You’re not going to share? Do you have no sense of Christian charity?”
“No. Want a coffee?”
“Black please. No sugar.”
Vigge filled two paper cups and went to pay.
“Did you get the other stuff? If they don’t have pineapple flavour, I can cope with coconut. But the extra-large condoms are a must-have.”
The guy behind the counter turned beet-red.
“I’ll go back to the car and warm it up.” Vigge hurried out of the shop before he laughed.
When Cato came out carrying a plastic bag, Vigge wondered what he’d bought. Cato settled in the seat next to him and wriggled out of his coat.
“I’ll eat as I drive. You can feed me,” Vigge said.
Once Cato had fastened his seatbelt, Vigge set off. Cato picked up the bag of stuff Vigge had purchased and chuckled.
“The good news is we’re not going to be short of chocolate. The bad, you didn’t buy condoms and lube.” He pouted. “If we get stranded, we’re going to be bored. We need something to do to keep us warm.”
Cato pushed the pasty to Vigge’s lips and he bit into it.
“We could play I Spy,” Cato said as he chewed his own pasty. “I spy with my little eye, something beginning with S.”
“You guessed. Though you’re a policeman so… I spy with my little eye, something beginning with S.”
“I give up. This pasty’s not bad. Thank you. I missed breakfast.”
He kept feeding Vigge bites until it had all gone. Vigge licked his lips, then froze as Cato’s fingers brushed his cheek.
“You’re a messy eater. I’ll remember that.”
Vigge glanced at him and found Cato smiling. Oh God. “What did you buy in there?”
“I was spoilt for choice. So many things that would make great presents for next Christmas, but I’d just forget I’d bought them. I was tempted by a Santa Claus that swayed his hips and winked when you pressed on his stomach. Bit too low in my opinion. Obviously designed by some pervert. But this was irresistible.” Cato pulled out a chocolate advent calendar. “Reduced to ten pence. Bargain. We can open random days. There’s a joke under each door. Choose a door.”
Vigge found a chocolate being pushed into his mouth.
“What do you call a snowman with a six-pack?” Cato asked.
“An abdominal snowman.”
Cato huffed. He pressed out a chocolate for himself. “My joke is— What goes oh, oh, oh?”
“Santa walking backwards.”
“Right, no more. Obviously, you’re an expert in terrible Christmas jokes. I bet that was useful on your resumé.”
“More chocolate please.”
This time when Cato put the piece of chocolate against his lips, he slipped a finger into Vigge’s mouth. Vigge went quiet and Cato took his finger out.
“Well done on telling the difference between chocolate and flesh.”
Vigge swallowed hard.
“Have I wasted money on extra-large condoms?” Cato asked.
Vigge’s heart thumped hard. “They didn’t sell condoms in there.”
“So you looked?”
About The Author
Barbara Elsborg lives in Kent in the south of England. She always wanted to be a spy, but having confessed to everyone without them even resorting to torture, she decided it was not for her. Volcanology scorched her feet. A morbid fear of sharks put paid to marine biology. So instead, she spent several years successfully selling cyanide.
After dragging up two rotten, ungrateful children and frustrating her sexy, devoted, wonderful husband (who can now stop twisting her arm) she finally has time to conduct an affair with an electrifying plugged-in male, her laptop.
She writes stories about two guys, two guys and one woman, and one guy and one woman in most genres—contemporary, paranormal, sci fi, suspense, urban fantasy. Her books feature bad boys and quirky heroines, and she hopes they are as much fun to read as they are to write.
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