Caroline sighed. “She’s out of town.”
“Again?”
Caroline nodded. “I miss her soooo much.”
“Where is she?”
“She wouldn’t tell me, and she went dark.”
“I’m sure she’ll surface at some point and have an exciting story to share.”
“I just want her to be safe.”
“Your sister is a firecracker,” Grey said. “She’s gonna be just fine. I’m sure of it.”
Three Days Later
GREYSTONE
Greystone needed to focus up.Luciano was getting married that evening, but his thoughts were still locked on their unsuccessful recon work in Boston. If Muhammad Haqazzii was there, he was well hidden.
“Grey,” Caroline said, snapping him back to the present. “Stop obsessing.”
He flashed her a smile. “How can you tell?”
She stopped in front of a hotel suite door. “Because I know you… and you’re a million miles away.”
“I know you’ve been obsessing over the case as well.”
“True,” Caroline replied, “but I’m giving myself the night off. You should too.” She leaned up, kissed him, then knocked on the door.
Slash opened it, shot them a smile. “Hey, guys. Welcome back.”
Greystone kissed Caroline goodbye. “Text me when you’re ready, babe.”
“Aren’t you riding to the cathedral with the wedding party?” Slash asked him.
“No,” Grey replied. “We’re driving over together. Need a ride?”
“I’m driving, so Carrera and I have a getaway vehicle,” Slash replied.
Grey offered Caroline her leather, carry bag, but Slash took it from him. He stole one more kiss from Caroline before she entered the room.
He strode back to the elevators and took one to the hotel’s top floor. After knocking on the groomsmen’s suite, he wasgreeted by a man on the wedding planner’s team who brought him to a nearby rack and pulled his just-pressed tux, a crisp black shirt, a black cummerbund, black socks and black shoes. Then, the staffer escorted him into one of two bedrooms, set down the items, and left. Dressing on the other side of the spacious room were Carrera and Sin.
“Hey, when’d you get back?” Sin asked.
“Yesterday,” Greystone replied.
“Any luck?” Carrera asked.
“None,” he replied.
Turning his attention to the formal wear, Greystone started to change. After stripping down to his boxer briefs, he pulled on the tux pants. As he was buttoning the dress shirt, Teddy loomed into view, his black bow tie in hand.
“I can’t get this even,” Teddy said. “These should be clip-on.”
Greystone chuckled. “I got you.”
