“Maddox men, right? They’re a whole different animal.” Her smile falls away; her shoulders drop. “They’re the best men. Better than my brothers some days.”
“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” I ask around the saliva pooling on my tongue while my boyfriend makes bull riding look like sex.
“I ran into some idiots in town when I went to pick up Rochelle. Actually, have you seen her?”
“I haven’t.”
“I should tell you—”
“Have you heard the gossip?” Dizzy flings herself down next to Summer. “There’s an FBI agent at the party.”
Summer’s eyes widen. “There’s a what now?”
“That man in the crumpled blue shirt.” Dizzy grabs her wrist as she twists about in her seat. “Over there. That guy.”
She points out the agent. He has the most determined eyebrows I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t stop staring at them while he asked Riot questions earlier. Unlike earlier his hair is ruffled and the top button on his shirt is undone. His sleeves are rolled up past his elbows. He’s probably trying not to stand out, but clearly that isn’t working for him because Dizzy clocked him.
“How can you tell?”
“Uh. What doesn’t give him away?” Dizzy leans in his direction as though gravity is giving her a hand. “He scans the room like security. The way he holds himself speaks volumes. And he’s trying too hard to look like he fits in.”
The agent glances our way.
Dizzy squeals and bounces out of the chair, landing on her ass on the floor.
“Dizzy?” Summer’s incredulous expression must mirror mine.
“This was not what I meant,” she whispers to herself.
Summer raises a brow. “What did you mean, Dizzy?”
“It doesn’t matter.” Her eyes appear over the table as she takes another look. “I wish it didn’t matter.”
“Why the heck is there an FBI agent at the wedding?” Summer asks.
Riot spins to face the opposite direction, the bull tilting and whirling under him. I take a drink of water. When he’s done, we can claim we’re tired and go back to the room and I can show him how well I can ride the bull. “Riot has a stalker.”
“What?” Summer’s eyes go even more round.
“The FBI are looking into it. That’s why he’s here.”
Dizzy crawls onto her knees. She steals my water and takes a big drink. “Are you sure that’s why he’s here?”
“Yeah. The stalker has followed him across state lines, and we’re about to travel out of the country, so the FBI got involved.” I drag my attention away from my sexy as hell boyfriend as he flips around on the bull again.
Dizzy is insistent. “Are you sure he didn’t have any other reason for being here?”
“What other reason could he have?”
“God, that’s a relief,” Dizzy blurts.
Is it just me or is she being extra tonight? “Are you okay, Dizzy? You’re acting a little weird."
“Oh my God. No. I’m fine,” Dizzy says. “I’m always weird.”
“Why didn’t Riot say anything?” Summer asks.
“He didn’t want any of you to worry. We’re surrounded by security all the time and she was more of a nuisance than anything.” Until last night. “Plus, you have other things to worry about. Like Hawthorne.”
