Or maybe she can work a miracle.
Because apparently that’s not out of the realm of possibilities.
KAT: Hey, it’s Kat
EMERSON: Hey! I have everything set for tomorrow—How are you feeling?
KAT: Nervous and I need a dress
EMERSON: It’s all taken care of
KAT: What does that mean?
EMERSON: I already have your dress
KAT: How? I didn’t order anything?
EMERSON: Well…
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TOM
Kat excused herself not long after I came back into the kitchen. Emerson’s text followed her departure with a bunch of emoji that I ignored while the team and I briefed on the last few details for tomorrow.
We’d painstakingly gone through each plan with a fine-tooth comb, looking for anything that might become a problem.
Like tracking down Amelia.
Jace and Ozzy had been unable to locate her after Kat and I went to the cabin. It had taken Royce a little while to find her flight itinerary back to Alabama and the week-long vacation she took for her high school reunion.
The timing felt weird but Royce was able to confirm she’d booked the trip right after the invitations had gone out. I couldn’t imagine wanting to see anyone from my high school—hell, I couldn’t remember most of the people I graduated with—buta week?
Get the fuck out of here.
On the plus side, her flight had her getting back earlier this afternoon. We agreed that I’d intercept her first thing during the cocktail hour tomorrow to try and flesh out any potentialsurprises she or Hazel might have up their sleeves. At this point, we want to catch them in the act rather than prolong any of this by tipping them off.
The ringing of my cell echoes in the quiet space, and I don’t check who the caller is before putting the phone to my ear.
“Oakden.”
“Just me, Uncle Tommy.” Royce sounds tired and I hate the hours we’ve all had to put in for this case. So much of our work can be described ashurry up and wait.For all ten minutes of action, there’s hours of paperwork to go along with it.
Not much of a trade-off.
“Everything all right?” I ask, leaning a hip against the edge of the counter, my reflection as tired looking as he sounds in the window.
“Yeah, just wanted to check on you.”
“Do I need checking on?” I joke and he chuffs out a laugh.
“I think in this case, yes.” I let that sentiment hang between us because he’s not entirely wrong. “Have you thought about what you’re going to do when all this is over?”
“I’m taking a real vacation.”
He laughs, his chair squeaking, and I can imagine him spinning in the damn thing like he used to do growing up.
“With Kat?”
