Page 13 of Sweet Little Spies

He let go of everything in that moment. Aidan allowed all ofhis worry to wash away because no matter what happened, she was the importantpart.

His love. His life. Everything revolved around the gorgeouswoman who started walking down the aisle.

Her eyes caught with his, and a smile crossed her face. Areal smile. A “we’re in this together and it’s going to be okay” smile.

It was going to be okay.

He glanced over and noticed Carys’s uncle had stepped awayfrom his chair and walked to the back of the space, standing near the railingoverlooking the grounds below. Ian Taggart’s body was stiff, as though he wason edge.

Something was happening. If he trusted anyone’s instincts,it was Ian’s.

A buzzing sound could be heard over the stringed quartetwho’d started up with the wedding march.

“Is that a drone?” TJ stepped up onto the platform where thepastor stood. “Fuck.”

“TJ,” the pastor admonished.

Sean had stopped in the middle of the aisle, looking over toIan. “I’m sorry. It’s probably press. They’ll go away. Someone shoot it down.”

“Taggarts,” the pastor sighed under his breath.

“I’ve got it,” Kala announced, pulling a SIG out of thecenter of her bouquet.

There were suddenly a whole lot of guns.

Carys’s father was a celebrity chef. Sean Taggart was knownin culinary circles—and food-related television—as the Soldier Chef. It wasn’tterrifically surprising celebrity media would want pictures of his daughter’swedding, although they’d been careful about keeping the logistics quiet.

“Maybe we should think about this,” Aidan said.

“I’ve got the shot,” Kala announced.

Of course she did.

Carys sighed. “Have we thought about pictures of the twinsgetting released to the public? I thought we were trying to pretend there wasonly one of them.”

“Shit.” Uncle Ian looked back, his cell in hand.

“I need a laptop.” Adam Miles moved out of the aisle. “I canprobably hack into it and figure out how to stop those pictures.”

“You’re getting soft in your old age,” a feminine voicesaid. Chelsea Weston sat beside her husband, and she had her phone in hand,working on the problem. Chelsea was one of the world’s best hackers. “I’vealready got it on my phone. Give me a second and I’ll figure out who sent it.Sorry, guys.”

“Diana, don’t climb the trellis, sweetie,” MaeBe was saying.

Carys strode to him. “I’m sorry. I should have known better.We should have been inside. I don’t understand why they would want pictures.I’m not a celebrity.”

“They don’t,” Chelsea said. “It’s weird. It’s not takingpictures. It’s… Ian, it’s sending back markers. Directions.”

Aidan’s father was on his feet. “Bloody hell. Everyone out.Move to the stairs as quickly as you can.”

Kyle Hawthorne scooped his daughter off the trellis, whileMaeBe picked up their son. Tessa Hawthorne had been sitting next to Grace, andDavid began hustling them toward the stairs.

Then he heard a deeper thud than any drone could make.

He didn’t have to be in the military to know the sound.Helicopter.

He barely had time to push Carys to the ground before theworld exploded.

Chapter Two

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