take action. These letters spelled trouble.
Myrna stood up, saving me the need to protect myself from Amanda’s silent fury.
“I will not allow these people to dictate who I can and cannot marry. But I’m also not going to present myself as an easy target. Relobu has offered the use of his estate as the event venue, and I think it’s best if we move the wedding here. He’s given Trian full rein to make any changes necessary to the security team, in addition to the usual contingent of guards and tech.”
I felt my heart hit my stomach. While I agreed that Relobu’s mansion, as private property, had the ability to control visitors and would be better able to shut down any attempts at assassinations, it definitely wouldn’t make my job easier.
Amanda’s face had transformed from barely leashed fury to indescribable delight. In fact, it was the same feverish joy that Emma’s had when Simon and Jeanie had presented her with Mr. Ruff last Christmas. I knew there was no chance of convincing my boss to find a different, equally safe venue. In Amanda’s mind, she’d won the lottery.
I tried to remind myself that there was an upside to having the wedding at Relobu’s—near constant access to his mansion. But in truth, the added security would cause Simon and me a lot of headaches in the long run.
I sighed and flexed the still-sore muscles around my shoulder blades. I guess that’s why Simon and I charged the big bucks. On this job, we were going to earn them.
* * *
I’d finally managed to talk myself into thinking the venue change was going to be a good thing. That is, until the news got worse. One of the letters had referenced Bridal Visions in its rant, and Myrna expressed concerns about our safety. Amanda, still too excited over having her company’s name tied to the exclusive use of a normally very private home, had waved off the note, dismissing it as the rantings of a madman.
She may have been right, but madmen could hurt people too.
Myrna must have agreed, because she politely but forcibly insisted that a security team would be assigned to the Bridal Visions shop until after the wedding or until Trian’s team members were able to prove that the threats were more flash than bang. After Myrna reminded Amanda of the recent graffiti, my boss was only too happy to accept the protection, so long as the team promised to stay out of sight.
“There is already a team heading to the shop. I called ahead to let your employees know there will be at least one dragon and one human watching the place around the clock, with additional personnel called in as needed. They’ll do nothing to interfere with your work or the running of your business, and everyone will do their best to keep out of your way, but I’m afraid this is non-negotiable. Odds are, you’re not being targeted. Your company is to be commended for being willing to work with dragons, and I want others to follow your example, but that won’t happen if any of you are hurt.”
There was a light tap on the parlor door, and in walked Cameron Shaw. He nodded politely at Myrna, then made a beeline for my boss, reaching out a hand in greeting. “It’s nice to see you both again. Amanda George, correct?”
My boss gave him a tight smile, obviously irritated at the interruption. We hadn’t even started on the list she’d dictated to me in the car, and I had a feeling this venue change had only added to her ever-growing to-do list.
Cameron turned to me, a twinkle in his blue eyes. “Savannah. Good to see you again. Nice suit.” He made a show of inspecting the dangerous height of my heels as well as the thigh-baring cut of my business skirt. And if his gaze stayed a little longer than necessary on my legs, I was the only one to notice.
Raising an eyebrow at my getup, Cameron made it clear that he remembered exactly who I was, and why I was strapped into the most uncomfortable suit I’d ever worn.
“This is Cameron Shaw, though it sounds as if
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