Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Actually, she was now surprised her cousins were still here. “Shouldn’t you guys be meeting with… What did Uncle Ian call it? The cleaners?”
Kala’s nose wrinkled. “In this family men deal with the bodies. I know I seem like I would enjoy body disposal, but it’s kind of gross. I have no use for them once they’re dead. Also, I just had my nails done. Personally, I think we should have gone through with it. Diana was way more upset Kyle yelled at her for climbing the trellis than she was about the chopper going boom. The kids are all right, if you know what I mean. I feel like we kind of quit.”
“Hey, we couldn’t go through with the ceremony. There’s a whole-ass helicopter burning right outside the ceremony,” Kenzie argued. “You can’t expect the wedding to keep going.”
“I don’t see why not,” Kala replied. “She wanted fireworks and they wouldn’t let her have them. So we got organic fireworks.”
Only Kala would call those blasts organic fireworks. She chuckled. Maybe the vodka was already doing its work if she could see some humor in the situation.
“Uhm, personally I think you did the right thing by deciding to reschedule.” Louisa Ward appeared to also be a member of the men-body-disposal movement. She worked with her cousins’ team, likely behind the scenes since Lou was a certifiable genius when it came to computers and math and engineering. She was also TJ’s girlfriend, though she was fairly certain they would get engaged soon.
Everyone seemed to be starting their lives. Daisy was engaged to Nate. Tasha and Dare’s wedding was coming up, though they might need to think about eloping after today.
“Oh, I don’t think I’ll try this again.” Carys shook her head. “Nope. I am listening to the universe, which is telling me in no uncertain terms I should have a small wedding. Maybe at a courthouse. Or a drive-through chapel in Vegas.”
If they stayed in their car, they would have a good chance of getting away if someone started shooting again. She’d never considered exit routes from her wedding. It had been a definite mistake.
Or they could live happily in sin. Sin was fun.
Sin left doors open.
“Don’t say that.” Her mother somehow still looked perfect, like she was ready to greet guests and look elegant while she made everyone comfortable. “You know we can try again once we get everything sorted out. Your uncle and aunt will make sure they take care of the situation.”
Carys was pretty sure she looked like she’d survived the apocalypse. “I don’t even understand what the situation is.”
She looked around, and Kenzie and Kala were perfectly blank. Tasha took a long drink.
Lou had gone a nice shade of pink.
Lou was the weak link among the Agency set. Oh, she wouldn’t give out classified intel, and Carys was sure if a bad guy was in the room, Lou would also be perfectly blank. But Lou had never truly learned how to shut it down when she was with her friends and family. Lucky for her, most of her friends and family had high levels of security clearance. “So this has to do with you? Or TJ?”
“Why would it have anything to do with TJ?” Her mother took a drink from Tasha, who was working through her anxiety via bartending.
Her mom was right to ask the question since TJ was an overly large golden retriever. Not that he wasn’t deadly. He was a Taggart and was in the military, but he was sweet and helpful, and she couldn’t imagine him pissing off someone so much they decided to ruin a perfectly innocent wedding.
She was pretty sure the photographer was going to need therapy. At least all the catering staff had come from her dad’s restaurant and were therefore mostly ex-military who knew there was one freezer you did not walk into.
“I mean it was probably about TJ.” Kala shrugged and looked at her sisters. “Don’t judge me. She just had her wedding raided by assholes. She deserves some explanations.”
Kala was the one she could see attracting vengeful killers. But right now she was also the most reasonable. “Yeah, what Kala said.”
Kenzie sighed. “Okay. In broad terms TJ might have a fake connection with a worldwide arms dealer, and said arms dealer is apparently the only one who supposedly has the number to this person who makes bombs better than anyone else, and so the bad guys might be putting together one and one to make an unknown two.”
Kenzie wasn’t good with simple explanations. “I don’t understand.”
“Okay, let’s see if I remember this language,” her mother said. “Someone set up TJ to be close to an arms dealer, likely so it would either hurt TJ or your uncle and aunt. But the arms dealer has this other valuable connection, and they think TJ either knows who the bombmaker is or can get them to the arms dealer who does.”