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Unfinished Business by Barbara Elsborg
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Barbara Elsborg
24 March 2021
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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.

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Cato curled his toes into the carpet. “I…collect first kisses.” He didn’t, but he liked the sound of it, so why not? “I want us to kiss outside in the snow, not in here.”

“You want to pretend this isn’t a convenient hook-up?”

Disappointment curled in Cato’s gut. “I know what it is. But obviously it’s more romantic in a motorway service station car park than in a motorway service station motel bedroom.”

“Obviously.” Vigge smiled.

“I also want this to be spontaneous and we’ve lost that. Me having a shower, putting my lenses in so I look less of a dork, you having a shower, not that there is anything wrong in showering. But then we’ve eaten and watched the news and…” The moment wasn’t right. “I want to find the perfect spot outside to kiss. Shouldn’t take us more than an hour or two.”

If Vigge said no, Cato would accept it, and that would be that.

Vigge chuckled and pushed to his feet. “Get your boots and coat on, Father Awkward. You better make this kiss worth it.”

That Vigge was going along with this meant more than he could say. Cato loved kissing, but he couldn’t remember feeling this excited about kissing anyone. Even Max. Please be a good kisser.

When they stepped out of the motel into thickly falling snow, the blast of cold air made Cato suck in a breath. “No longer than an hour to choose a spot.”

“You have ten minutes.”

“Does that include the kiss?”

“Eleven minutes including the kiss.”

Cato laughed, grabbed his hand and dragged him across the car park. They slipped and slid through the churned-up lorry park and over the snowy ridges of the service road that led to the fuel pumps. There was a picnic area in front of a snow-laden wood, the tables and benches heaped in snow, no footprints anywhere. As Cato pulled him further on into a children’s playground, the sound of vehicles receded, as did the smell of diesel.

“Here,” Vigge said.

“We can still see civilisation.”

Vigge sighed but went with him towards the trees. Cato was already cold, and getting colder, his toes, fingers and ears tingling. But the longer they walked, the more the noise, sight, smell of the service station receded, and the fainter reality became until it felt as if they were in a world of their own.

“Whose woods these are I think I know,” Cato recited.

“Yeah, Robert Frost’s. His house is in the village though.”

Cato turned delighted eyes on him. “He will not see us stopping here to hug and kiss in the falling snow.” He looked round. “Where’s our little horse to think it’s queer?”

Vigge chuckled. “He’s run off. Here is perfect. We’re going to freeze.”

“I think that patch of snow looks better.” Cato pointed a metre away from where they


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