She’d be safe.
Georgie’s face fell. “You’re going to try and catch a serial killer in the middle of our show opening?”
Nash curled an arm around his wife. “It’ll be fine. We’ve got this. No one will notice.”
She put a hand on her hip. “Oh, like when we went after Snyder? And he beat you with a metal pole and you leaped onto a speeding car.”
Nash cleared his throat. “I promise, no speeding cars.”
“We need a plan,” I said. “I want all the guys involved. I want every angle covered. Dean doesn’t get close to Lark.”
“I want him close,” she said fiercely. “Close enough so I can slide my knife between his ribs.”
Her bloodthirsty promise made my cock twitch.
Georgie groaned, dropping her head into her hands. “This is going to be a disaster.”
CHAPTER 35
LARK
Iwas nervous.
Ugh, I swear I’d had nerves of steel before. Before Bastian.
Focusing on the mirror, I finished my makeup. I didn’t love doing makeup, but for my work, I’d had to learn to be a master. I could make myself look young or old, masculine or feminine. Tonight, I was aiming for hot.
My hair was loose and I’d given it a little wave. I was finishing my makeup. I’d gone for dark and sexy. I wanted to look like I belonged on Bastian’s arm.
Skitters moved through my belly. I pressed a hand to it and met my own gaze in the mirror.
He was under my skin. I blew out a breath. He mattered. So much. Too much.
“Focus on Dean, Lark,” I murmured.
Tonight, all I had to do was kill Dean. Then Bastian would be safe. I’d avenge my parents. I set my mascara wand down. I’d also put my complicated feelings for Ed to rest. I’d get some sort of closure.
All I was wearing was a set of black underwear. Now, I needed a dress. My bra was strapless, and my underwear werea pair of sexy, boy-short panties edged in lace. I needed panties tonight since I was wearing a dress and might need to kick someone. I didn’t want to flash my bare ass.
Bastian had said he was having a dress delivered. He’d left a little while ago to deal with things. He said he’d change in his office and meet me in the ballroom for the opening party.
“Hello?” Georgie’s voice echoed from the living room. “Lark, I have your dress.”
I grabbed a robe and slipped it on, then headed into the bedroom. Georgie appeared in the doorway, Nash one step behind her. He was in a tuxedo, but still managed to look a little rough and dangerous. Georgie was in a gorgeous pink dress that looked fabulous on her. It was a rich pink with a strapless bodice and fitted skirt. Her blonde hair was up in a twist.
Nash took a look at me in my robe and swiveled. “I’ll wait in the living room.” He disappeared.
“He’s our escort to the party,” Georgie told me.
“You look gorgeous.”
Her smile widened. “Thanks. And your makeup is so on point.” She held up the garment bag. “I have your dress.” She unzipped it.
It was red. Blood red.
I sucked in a breath. It would match my lipstick. Georgie draped the silky, flowing fabric on the bed.
“You’re going to lookamazing. This color will be great with your hair.”
