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“On it,” Dean says. “Also, this is something you might find interesting.”
“What’s that?”
“Blackstone is in the States.”
I grit my teeth together. “I’m sure he thinks he’ll be coming to my wedding.”
“I’ve already talked to his men for you. Told them he wasn’t invited, and made sure they know not to be there.” Dean takes a deep breath. “I’ll be there tomorrow. And I’d like to go over the plans for the security of the wedding.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
“Hey Gabe, don’t worry. We’ll find your brother.”
“I know we will.” And then I hang up.
I dial Kurt next. “Everything ready for tomorrow?” I ask.
“Yes. The car will be there at nine am to take Tennyson to daycare before you and Clementine head to the Juniper.”
“Thank you.”
“Anything else you need, sir?”
“Yes, cancel all of Ronin’s credit cards.”
I’ll flush the fucker out.
The next dayClementine and I pull up to the Juniper. This hotel is all panache marble and tame stonework, marrying the two together in an elegance of class, creating an idyllic hotel recognized as one of the top-five in the world.
I step out of the back of the sedan, following Clementine to the columned entrance of the Juniper.
“This place is really something else.” Her eyes run over the gold trim of the front door, and it’s impossible to appreciate anything but her. She’s wearing this strapless, smocked maxi dress that has done nothing but make me want to pull it down and suck her breasts into my mouth since she came downstairs this morning.
“Yeah, it’s stunning.” I tear my eyes from her as the valet opens the doors for us and we step inside. The interiors are classically decorated, with polished floors, gold detailing and deep wood panelling along the walls. “I actually play golf with the owner.”
Clementine smiles at me. “Well, you’ll need to tell him he has a very nice place.”
A glass chandelier, dripping with crystals hangs in the center of the lobby, screaming look at me as we pass under it.
“Do we really need all of this?” Clementine asks, raising her hands a bit to showcase the arabesque garden tapestry hanging on the wall and the carved-mahogany throne chair.
“All of what?” I secretly make a mental note to buy a throne chair for the study.
“Gold crown moulding.” Her eyes prance around the room, taking in the gold-flecked scarlet rugs and pristine Venetian furnishings. “Can’t we just do simple?”
I know she’s having second thoughts since last night’s talk of Bishop Blackstone, but I need her to know she can trust me. “It’ll be ok.”
Clementine stops walking and faces me, putting her hand on top of my arm, branding through my suit jacket. “I’m getting really nervous.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I guess it’s everything. It’s just all getting to me.”
“It’ll be fine. I have the best man for the job.”
“What job?”
“Security. My buddy, Dean Maddox, is a wizard when it comes to security for events.” I lean closer, my voice echoing a bit against the cathedral ceilings in the lobby. “You’ll be safe with me.
