I pulled her back to me. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We need to take down Tony first.”
“We will. I know Bryce will pull through.”
“We will,” I agreed.
What else could go wrong?
Of course she was coming.
When Joss told me that she’d called Cat to invite her to the impromptu wedding, I was freaking out. Would she bring a boyfriend? Would she come single and I could have another chance? She’d know I wasn’t seeing anyone. Or maybe she wouldn’t. I didn’t think Joss would tell her why we were in Vegas, and me showing up to the wedding by myself would be like a neon sign flashing that I was single. Usually, I wouldn’t care, but I did when it came to Cat. After all these years, I’d thought about what would have happened if I never went on that date with Gibbs’s sister. Or if I just would have told Cat beforehand. Would we still be together? Would we be married? Would I live in Miami? Would she have moved to D.C.? So many things could be different just by changing that one night.
Or maybe they wouldn’t be.
I also found out that the owner of an escort service made a lot of money. I wasn’t sure how much, but Mark, the owner of Saddles & Racks, had a nice pad. Since Joss and Paul were getting married lickety-split, they needed a place stat. Joss wasn’t down for having Elvis marry her, and all the casinos were booked a year or so in advance for a Saturday wedding, so Paul talked to his old boss and he agreed to let them use his house for the night.
When Paul, Gabe and I pulled up, I thought it was a standard house. But then when we walked in, I’d realized you can’t judge a book by its cover—or a house in this case. It was a two-story, flat roof, stucco house that had a view of the desert mountains. The backyard was spectacular with an L-Shaped infinity pool that looked as though it went on for miles. And since there was going to be a wedding in the backyard, there were flowers floating in the pool with candles and white roses all over. To the right were stairs that led up to a balcony, and then another set of stairs that lead up to the roof. I wasn’t sure what was on the roof yet, but I could only imagine the view. Living in D.C., I didn’t have views like this or the quiet the mountains provided. I had cars, buildings and a whole lot of chaos.
“Gentlemen.”
I turned to see a well-dressed guy behind us.
“Seth, this is Mark. He owns Saddles & Racks,” Paul introduced us.
I stuck out my hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“Are you FBI too?” I jerked my head back slightly, confused that he’d knew. “I’ve known since before Andi—Joss—joined S&R that she was FBI. My cousin’s her boss and the one that put her undercover in my company.”
The cat was out of the bag in a sense. The S&R crew knew Andi was really Joss, though they didn’t know details on the case or that the case was still ongoing. They just knew that Andi no longer worked at S&R and it had been only for the FBI. Since my role hadn’t officially started yet, no one was the wiser as to who I was other than Joss’s best friend.
“Oh.” I shook my head. “No, I’m not FBI.”
“Ah. Just a guest of the wedding?”
“Something like that.” I smiled.
“I have a feeling I know what that means. Anyway, a room is upstairs for you boys to change in. I’ll come up when the bride gets here.” Mark shook my hand again.
“A few of the S&R crew are coming,” Paul said to Mark. “Brad, Vinny, Nick, Lea, and Nina. Joss’s friend Cat and her boyfriend, too. Oh, and Brandon Montgomery and his wife, plus Blake, Brandon’s brother, and a guest—”
My heart stopped. Cat and her boyfriend?Fuck!
“Paul,” Mark cut him off. “I get it. People are attending your wedding. You don’t need to list them all. When they arrive, they’ll be in good hands.”
Paul smiled. “Sorry. Just nervous.”
Gabe slapped him on the back. “PJ. You’re marrying the love of your life, not a hitman. Calm down and let’s go get you suited up.”
I watched Gabe try to calm Paul down, but my thoughts were still on the fact that Cat was coming with another man.
I needed a drink.
10
Cat
“I need a beard,”I said into the phone.
“Baby girl, I don’t think that would look good on you,” my friend, Nathan replied.
