Desperate Girls (Wolfe Security #1)(16)

“Brynn! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because it doesn’t matter.” She darted a glance at Erik. He was staring straight ahead, but she knew he was listening.

“Brynn, come on. I know you’re upset.”

“Actually, I’m not.” It was the truth. She wasn’t upset. Mildly curious, maybe. But not upset.

“Do you know her name?” Liz asked.

“No.”

“Well, don’t you even want to hear what she looks like? Wait. Don’t answer that. She’s short and has a bad dye job, and you’re ten thousand times prettier than she is.”

Brynn felt like she was in high school listening to this.

“I saw her in the ladies’ room at the restaurant, and I wanted to pull her aside and tell her what a prick she’s marrying.”

“Lizzie, please. I don’t care. Really.” She looked at Erik, whose eyes were still glued to the highway, as if he couldn’t hear a word of the conversation. “Listen . . . can I call you back later?”

“Why? Oh—is your bodyguard there?”

“Yes.”

“Oh my God, that’s so weird. Okay, call me when you can talk.”

“I will.”

She ended the call and dropped her phone into her purse on the floor. The last thing she wanted to think about was Adam and his impending nuptials. Or maybe not impending. Who knew? Brynn had spent two years with the guy, and they’d never even talked about marriage. So maybe he wasn’t in a hurry to get hitched.

Brynn logged on to her computer and opened a document Ross had sent her late last night. She started reading, but her thoughts soon strayed.

Adam was getting married. Why should it matter? She sure as hell didn’t want to marry him. So why did it bug her that Liz knew? Probably because now it was only a matter of time before Brynn’s mother knew, which meant she’d be calling Brynn to talk about it.

After reading the same sentence three times, Brynn gave up and glanced at Erik. He looked so serious. Was he annoyed that she’d dragged out her computer?

She cleared her throat. “So, this setup. How’s it going to work exactly?”

“You mean the rotation?”

“Yeah, I guess. I already heard about the three-man package. I mean the rest of it.”

He kept his eyes on the road, evidently in no hurry to answer. He seemed to select every word carefully, taking his time. “The advance team will have all our comms set up,” he said.

“Comms. Like radio communications?”

“Yes.”

Whoa.

“Also, our security cams, which will be placed at key entry points, as well as the lobby of your apartment building, the Atrium.”

“You have authorization for all this?”

“That’s correct.” He glanced at her. “I haven’t been to the courthouse yet, but that’s on my list today. I set up a meeting with the security chief over there to review their procedures.”

Interesting that it was Erik who’d set up the meeting and not Liam or Jeremy. Brynn was trying to get a feel for the pecking order at Wolfe Security in case she needed to take issue with something at some point—which she surely would.

“It sounds like you’re taking the lead on all this.”

He didn’t comment.

“We’re in Judge Linden’s courtroom.”

“I know.”

“And if you plan to be in there at all, you may want to arrange to reserve a seat,” she added. “There’s a limited number open to the public, and this may get some media coverage, so—”

“It’s taken care of.”

Well, alrighty then. Sounded like he had everything mapped out.

“What about sleeping arrangements?” she asked.

He looked at her.

“Both apartments have two bedrooms,” she told him. “Ross and I were each planning to set up a home office, but we can use the dining tables instead, so your guys can have a place to sleep.”

“Your off-shift agent will be in a hotel down the street. Whoever is on won’t be sleeping.”

“But what about at night?”

“We don’t sleep on duty.”

“So . . . we’re going to have two guards glued to us at all times, even in the middle of the night?”

“One will be with you, and one will be elsewhere on the premises, either stationed someplace or on patrol.”

“That’s really . . . amazing.” Amazingly wasteful. Just thinking about the money made her want to pick up the phone and get into it with Reggie again.

“Standard procedure for us.”

“Yeah, well, in this particular situation, it sounds like overkill. Don’t you think you’re going to be bored out of your mind?”

“Bored?”

“Yes, bored.”

“That’s not something I worry about.”

Brynn checked her watch and blew out a sigh. She tried again to read, but she couldn’t concentrate. Screw it. She snapped shut her computer.

“I need to be honest with you. I’m not bought in on all this,” she said.

“What?”

“This security arrangement.”

“Reggie’s bought in.”