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hadn’t even considered doing that. But it makes sense. And I’ve got blue panties on.”
“Too much information.”
She blows a raspberry at me and opens the pouch.
Inside is a strand of pearls from our grandmother, earrings of mine that I just really like, and a bracelet that Taylor gave me when I was nine. I explain each of them to her, and her fingers linger on the bracelet from Taylor, but finally she reaches for the pearls.
“Nana would like it if I wore these,” she says quietly.
I let it go for now, and besides, those are the most bridal of the choices. And they match her lips perfectly.
Tegan knocks on the open door. Her blue-striped hair is styled in a way to show off the stripes perfectly, and her face is made up in a similar way to Hailey’s. Funky elegance.
I’m digging this wedding.
“My turn?”
Tegan nods. “And then we can help the bride into her dress.”
Hailey squeals, and I grin.
I’m not much of a romantic, but there is something super infectious about the love and excitement bouncing around this apartment. My step is light as air as I head to the stool to be made-up.
—ten—
Scott
Love makes people crazy.
Even though I’m not working for The Horus Group anymore, Cole asked me to do him a solid on his wedding day. He’d followed his future mother-in-law out to Harpers Ferry earlier today, and now, while he gets married, he wants me to keep track of her.
Crazy.
On the other hand, it’s the second time the small town in West Virginia has hit my radar this month. So I can sit on Amelia Dashford Reid for the afternoon, then go poking around an abandoned mine site that was referenced in the documents my brother had me steal for him.
Alison’s not the only one with a crazy family.
I’ve already been inside the restaurant where Mrs. Reid is having a meeting in a private back room. I planted a listening device on the tray the waitress will take into the room. If I get lucky, she’ll leave it in there. If not, I’ve got a heat monitor on the wall. I can see on my phone that the three people that started the meeting are still in there. It’s not ideal, but it’s what I can do with little notice.
While I’m waiting, I slouch lower in my seat and pull out my phone.
S: You heading to the courthouse soon?
A: Just getting made up. In lingerie, want to see?
S: Don’t tempt me.
A: Can’t help it. Seriously, I’ve tried.
S: Just the mental image is enough to wind me up, brat. And I’m working.
Fuck, I’m so messed up over this girl. I don’t know what I want, other than her, without any of the messy consequences of wanting her. My cake and eat it, too. Greedy bastard, I am.
A: Where are you?
S: On a job out in the country
A: Will you be back tonight?
S: Nah, probably not
A: I’ll save my studying for tomorrow, then
S: No big wedding party?
A: Just a dinner. I’ll be home before it’s too late.
The invitation was a mile wide.
I wasn’t going to take it.
Not tonight. Not after I spent the day stalking her mother, not on the day her sister got married.
S: Another night
A: Promises, promises
S: Oh, ye of little faith
A: I should have some faith?
S: Did I not say I was picturing you in lace and nothing else? Yeah, babe. Have some faith.
She sends a smiley face in response, and then goes radio silent. Her sister is getting married, after all. I can’t hog her attention.
I return my attention to the heat signatures. There’s some movement in the room, and the waitress hasn’t even gone in yet. Crap.
The front door of the run-down building opens, and out walks an older, portly man I’d recognize anywhere. He’d been my covert boss for nearly three years.
If Cole wasn’t getting married right now, I’d be getting his ass on the phone.
What the hell was Alison’s mother doing meeting with the head of PRISM? The international black ops agency funded a lot of different organizations, including—until recently—The Horus Group, but
“Too much information.”
She blows a raspberry at me and opens the pouch.
Inside is a strand of pearls from our grandmother, earrings of mine that I just really like, and a bracelet that Taylor gave me when I was nine. I explain each of them to her, and her fingers linger on the bracelet from Taylor, but finally she reaches for the pearls.
“Nana would like it if I wore these,” she says quietly.
I let it go for now, and besides, those are the most bridal of the choices. And they match her lips perfectly.
Tegan knocks on the open door. Her blue-striped hair is styled in a way to show off the stripes perfectly, and her face is made up in a similar way to Hailey’s. Funky elegance.
I’m digging this wedding.
“My turn?”
Tegan nods. “And then we can help the bride into her dress.”
Hailey squeals, and I grin.
I’m not much of a romantic, but there is something super infectious about the love and excitement bouncing around this apartment. My step is light as air as I head to the stool to be made-up.
—ten—
Scott
Love makes people crazy.
Even though I’m not working for The Horus Group anymore, Cole asked me to do him a solid on his wedding day. He’d followed his future mother-in-law out to Harpers Ferry earlier today, and now, while he gets married, he wants me to keep track of her.
Crazy.
On the other hand, it’s the second time the small town in West Virginia has hit my radar this month. So I can sit on Amelia Dashford Reid for the afternoon, then go poking around an abandoned mine site that was referenced in the documents my brother had me steal for him.
Alison’s not the only one with a crazy family.
I’ve already been inside the restaurant where Mrs. Reid is having a meeting in a private back room. I planted a listening device on the tray the waitress will take into the room. If I get lucky, she’ll leave it in there. If not, I’ve got a heat monitor on the wall. I can see on my phone that the three people that started the meeting are still in there. It’s not ideal, but it’s what I can do with little notice.
While I’m waiting, I slouch lower in my seat and pull out my phone.
S: You heading to the courthouse soon?
A: Just getting made up. In lingerie, want to see?
S: Don’t tempt me.
A: Can’t help it. Seriously, I’ve tried.
S: Just the mental image is enough to wind me up, brat. And I’m working.
Fuck, I’m so messed up over this girl. I don’t know what I want, other than her, without any of the messy consequences of wanting her. My cake and eat it, too. Greedy bastard, I am.
A: Where are you?
S: On a job out in the country
A: Will you be back tonight?
S: Nah, probably not
A: I’ll save my studying for tomorrow, then
S: No big wedding party?
A: Just a dinner. I’ll be home before it’s too late.
The invitation was a mile wide.
I wasn’t going to take it.
Not tonight. Not after I spent the day stalking her mother, not on the day her sister got married.
S: Another night
A: Promises, promises
S: Oh, ye of little faith
A: I should have some faith?
S: Did I not say I was picturing you in lace and nothing else? Yeah, babe. Have some faith.
She sends a smiley face in response, and then goes radio silent. Her sister is getting married, after all. I can’t hog her attention.
I return my attention to the heat signatures. There’s some movement in the room, and the waitress hasn’t even gone in yet. Crap.
The front door of the run-down building opens, and out walks an older, portly man I’d recognize anywhere. He’d been my covert boss for nearly three years.
If Cole wasn’t getting married right now, I’d be getting his ass on the phone.
What the hell was Alison’s mother doing meeting with the head of PRISM? The international black ops agency funded a lot of different organizations, including—until recently—The Horus Group, but
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