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we’ll head out to the safe houses. The team here will maintain
communications with both teams every hour as well as monitor and disseminate
any new intel. Are there any questions?”
    His eyes flitted about the room, from team member to team
member, but saw no uncertainty in their faces. “What about medical? Any
questions about that?”
    Again, no one responded.
    “Boys,” Schaffer said, stepping up next to Logan, “I cannot
stress how important this job is. We must execute it precisely and I trust you
will. Thank you.”
    The teams filed into the center aisle and headed toward the
front door. Logan gave a backward glance at Schaffer and Allie, who now stood
next to him, and nodded at them as an affirmation that everything would go
smoothly. He wished he believed it.

Chapter Thirteen
    Sara and Mary couldn’t stop laughing
as they left the wedding planner’s office. Everything still seemed like such a
mess, but Sara had to trust it would all work out in the end. The wedding had
put an incomparable amount of stress on her shoulders. There was nothing to do
but laugh it all away.
    “I still can’t believe she booked an accordion player for
the wedding instead of a harpist,” Mary said.
    “I don’t even want a harpist,” Sara said.
    “But Stephen thinks it’s ‘proper’ for the occasion,” Mary
finished for her.
    “Whatever that means.”
    “You’re the one running around getting everything in order
and Stephen is just telling you what to do. Again. Is there anything in this
wedding that belongs to you? Something you picked out that you would like?”
    As they walked down the two flights of stairs in front of
the building, Sara thought about every aspect of the wedding, from the harpist
to the cake to the location, even the date. “I picked out nothing. He shot down
my suggestions in the beginning, so I stopped making them.”
    “What would you change if you could?”
    The corners of Sara’s mouth turned up and she stared into
the dusk of the evening sky. “We’d elope,” she said. “No fancy wedding, no show
of money and prestige. Just me and him and a couple close friends to sign as
witnesses.”
    “And of course I’d be one of those close friends.”
    “Well, I was thinking about asking Heather, but now that you
mention it, you might be better suited for the job.”
    Mary smacked her arm and they laughed again. As a black car
pulled up to the curb in front of them, all humor left Sara’s bones. Time for
the rehearsal at her father’s estate, followed by a boring rehearsal dinner
that she wished she could get out of attending.
    “Do you know this driver?” Mary asked.
    “Not that I’m aware of.” Her father had her normal driver
drop her and Mary at the wedding planner’s office before rushing off to the
airport to pick up guests.
    The new driver exited the car and Sara didn’t have to look
at Mary to know her eyes were wide with lust. Mary’s hand poking Sara’s leg
told her that.
    “Do you see that?” Mary asked in between clenched teeth.
“You need to hire him full time.”
    Sara had to admit the new driver was quite attractive. Her
teeth raked over her bottom lip as he approached. He greeted them in a
professional manner and ushered Mary into the car. Shutting the door, he coaxed
Sara to the driver’s side and opened the door for her there. Though her other
drivers always let them get in through the same door, Sara didn’t complain. She
was too busy stifling her rampant thoughts.
    When he shut the door, Sara turned to Mary, whose large eyes
and smile said she had the same thoughts running through her mind. Words failed
them both as the driver climbed into the driver’s seat. Looking at Sara in the
rearview mirror, he confirmed her father’s address as their destination. Sara
then rolled up the window between them and the driver.
    “What are you doing?” Mary asked. “I can’t see him anymore.”
    “We look like giddy schoolgirls that just found their