Chapter 77
Lyon, France
Yasuhiro Residence
“Be safe, shoot first if needed, and remember to check in with me,” Evie warned. “Otherwise you will get an onsite visit whether you want it or not.”
“Of course, Mother,” Kita humbly said. “Give Father my regards.”
Evie smiled. “Always. I love you.”
“Love you, too, Mother,” he grumbled before hanging up.
Evie looked at the mobile phone in her hand. “Huh,” she said. “I cannot remember the last time Kita said I love you. Oh dear, this is bad. It is not?”
His only response was a grumble.
“Your son gives his regards,” she informed him.
Murai Yasuhiro looked at his amused wife; they were both sitting up in bed and she had the phone on speaker.
He heard everything.
“You are not nearly as amusing as you think you are,” Murai informed her.
Evie smiled wide. “Yes, I am, Dearest Husband.”
“Uh huh,” he dryly agreed.
It was quiet in the Yasuhiro home without the children there. When they were home, they were constantly arguing, fighting, bantering, and arguing some more with each other. As similar and yet diversely unique as they were, the three were eerily similar to their parents in nearly every way.
Having them all together under one roof was maddening to Murai, but flooded Evie’s heart with happiness. She loved having her family together, she just wished they had something to do other than try to kill each other and drive her mad when under they were home.
Perhaps this was the opportunity she was looking for?
“Something is going on and I do not like it,” Evie said. “The children are not equipped for the type of situation they have found themselves in.”
Murai returned his attention to the book in hands. “The children are well equipped, especially if William is there offering tech support. It is you that is bored, My Dear, and trying to find something to do.”
“Yes, and?” she rhetorically asked. “Boredom aside, it is more than that. A mother knows when something is wrong, and something is wrong.”
“The only thing wrong is that girl’s horrible Japanese, but she has phenomenal taste in movies,” he added, turning the page in his book. “The Sword of Doom is my favorite.”
Evie shook her head. “Poor taste if you ask me,” she said.
“No one did,” he reminded her. “Stay out of the kids’ business. If they need help, they will ask for it.”
She glared at him. “Have you ever met them?” she asked, and he made a mocking face. “And you are one to talk since you will not even talk to one of them.”
Murai glared at her. “Until honor is restored, my eldest born is dead to me,” he sneered, getting backhanded in the chest by his wife. “Ow.”
“Did you even find out what our son did to lose the family honor?” Evie retorted. “Huh? Did you? Did you get off that high horse you and our eldest son apparently both rode in on to find out what he did that cost the family honor in the eyes of your people?”
He jutted his chin out in defiance.
“Why do you not simply call your oldest friend and ask why or what happened?” she pressed. “I am tired of having to act as your field relay officer when it comes to our children and your concern. Figure out what happened and stop being a spoiled brat!” she snapped at him.
“I am not spoiled,” he argued. “And I am not acting like a brat.”
“Are you sure about that?” Evie rhetorically asked. “Because from where I am sitting, you are acting like a petulant child. In fact, this bed is for adults. Go sleep on the couch.”
Murai tossed his book on the floor then tackled his wife back on the bed and straddled her.
“You think so, do you?” Evie asked from under him. “I could kill you for this.”
“You could, but you won’t,” Murai said, weaving his fingers through hers then lowered his face down to hers. “If you are bored, My Dear, I can suggest many ways to remedy that. The house is child free so we have nothing but the blankets and our nightclothes between us.”
She smirked.
“If you want to see the children, you do not have to make such a ridiculous stand. You just have to ask,” he pointed out the obvious.
Evie jutted her chin out, playing mad. “The same can be said about you, Dearest Husband. You can simply ask your son or your best friend what happened, instead of closing your heart to our child.”
He rolled his eyes. “You are killing the mood.”
“And you are a stubborn old fool.”
“That was trying to get laid.”
“Shut up,” she groaned, shoving him off of her. “I am in a foul mood already. Our children will be on the red carpet and in front of the country they are currently working in, and I do not like that. It is too much exposure and it will get them much unwarranted attention from her stalkers.”
Now Murai understood what his wife’s problem was.
“That is a concern I have as well,” Murai admitted, sitting up. “We have trained them exceptionally well, My Dear. They know to shoot first and ask questions later, just like their short tempered, trigger happy mother.”
Evie smiled wide.
“Very well, let us work their case and we will utilize William as an in-between,” Murai offered.
“There is a reason why I love you,” Evie said, caressing her full lips against his. “Start with the usual and obvious,” she said, getting down to business, grabbing her notepad and pencil from the nightstand on her side of the bed.
Murai nodded his agreement, stretching out. “They need to start with the obvious. The crew and all those their client has been on screen with. Cross reference them. Most likely the unknown stalker that is of concern will be on multiple lists. They would have made sure they worked with her as much as possible in order to keep her close or protect her, in their mind.”
She jotted that down. “Agreed. They should have already done that.”
“If they did not though-”
“They are ill prepared for this type of assignment,” she finished for him, and he nodded his agreement. “For the past five years-”
“Ten,” Murai corrected. “Their client’s career is rather long, and the person they are looking for could have grown with the object of their obsession on set, thus their role changed as well.”
That was a good point.
Evie wrote it all down; it was a place to start. “For being on my bad side in regards to how you have been treating our eldest child, you surely know how to get me in the mood with very little effort,” she said looking over at him.
Murai smirked then wagged his full brows, causing his wife to giggle.
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