“I’ll, uh, see you later?” she asks.
I nod. “Count on it.”
She gives me a sweet smile, then walks to the elevator.
I watch her go, sighing as I turn and head to one of the conference rooms being used for wedding storage and the security team. I let myself in and nod at the two other guys, Charlie and Winston.
“How’s it going?”
“It’s going,” Charlie sighs.
Both guys look bored as hell, and I can’t blame them. They’re both ex-special forces who are used to danger and action. All we’ve had on this job is family drama and a lot of standing around twiddling our thumbs.
“Do we have the plan for the rehearsal dinner and the wedding day?” I ask as I take a seat at the table with them.
“Yeah, the wedding planner sent it over this morning. The game plan is to have the rehearsal outside at six. Then we come into Ballroom C for the dinner. That should last an hour and a half to two hours. From there, we should be done for the night,” Winston says, passing me some papers.
I flip through the itinerary. “And for the big day?”
“Up bright and early. Bride and bridesmaids are getting ready in the suite upstairs, groom and groomsmen in a room on the third floor. We’ll be split between the pre-wedding luncheon for guests and securing the venue outside. The wedding starts at five thirty to align with sunset. Then we’re in Ballroom C again for the reception,” Charlie says.
“Anyone we need to be on the lookout for?” I ask.
“I wish. All guests have been checked, no red flags,” Winston says, leaning back in his chair.
Charlie sighs. “Why are we here?”
I shrug, setting the papers aside. “They’re big shots. They need to have security to look like they’re important.”
“Idiots,” Charlie groans.
“Yeah,” I agree.
“Wedding planner is smart, though. She seems to have her shit together,” Winston says.
“She’s mine,” I snap.
He holds up his hands. “We know, bro! We’ve seen you with her. Wasn’t trying to make a move or anything. Just saying that she’s good at her job.”
I relax slightly.
“She’s too good for this family,” Charlie says.
“Way too good for them,” I grunt.
Some staff come in with a few carts. We watch as they push them to a corner and leave before we all relax.
“What do we need to do today?” I ask.
“Watch the guests. They’re having a croquet tournament on the south lawn. Some people are at the beach, and some of the younger families went into town for lunch,” Charlie says.
“Okay, let’s get to it.”
“You going to find your girl?” Winston asks.
I nod. “That’s the plan. Call me if you need anything.”
Winston groans. “We won’t.”
