Page 14 of Sweet Little Spies

Tristan stared at Carys. She looked so fucking gorgeous. Thedress clung to her every curve. It was as timeless as Carys’s beauty.

Aidan didn’t look half bad either, but TJ standing inTristan’s place bugged him way more than he thought it would.

This was all for the best. It was what had to happen.

He stood in the tiny security room. This whole venue at onepoint in time had been a mission. They’d added on, and the gorgeous dining halland ultra-modern kitchen were new, but this part used to be the chapel.

He might have been far too invested in the planning of awedding he wasn’t a part of.

The bell tower was the security office and part-time storagecloset since he was stuck in here with what had to be five hundred Styrofoamcups stamped withHappy Quinceañera. It offered him a couple ofmonitors hooked up to the CCTV cams across the venue, but even more importantlyhe could see the ceremony space with his own eyes. From his vantage, he couldsee Carys starting to walk down the aisle with her father.

Tristan’s own family was down there watching as the love ofhis life married another man. Well, most of them were. His sister, mother, andone of his dads were politely turned to the aisle with the rest of the guests.

His most military dad, however, had turned and looked up.Like Jacob Dean knew he was there, knew he was hiding.

It was obvious his father wasn’t happy with him. None ofthem were.

It was precisely why he’d had to stay away. His parentswould get far too curious. He would actually be surprised if his fathers hadn’talready done a lot of digging. They wouldn’t find anything because the Agencyknew how to hide intelligence.

Still, he took a step back in case his dad could see him. Hewouldn’t put it past Jacob Dean to storm the castle.

Just a few more minutes and they would be safe. He didn’tthink anyone had figured out his true identity, but he’d come to believe it wasonly a matter of time, and time was what fucked him over when it came to thisop. He’d already taken too much of it, and he couldn’t promise anyone when thisop would be over.

His cell beeped and Tristan pulled it out. This wasn’t theone he’d used to text with Aidan over the last couple of years. This was theone only a few people had the number to.

“Hey, Tris. I’ve picked up some weird stuff on the web aboutThe Jester.” The young woman who served as his technical support when he wasworking outside the family team was one of the people who knew this particularnumber.

Tara Hahn was a cutie, but he’d always seen her as a sister.Every woman was a sister when a man had found the right one. “I’m kind of inthe middle of something.”

“Are you in the middle of nowhere in North Texas?” sheasked.

Down below he watched as Uncle Ian stood and stepped awayfrom the crowd. He was on his cell, too.

“What have you got?” Tristan felt his blood go cold, an icyprofessionalism coming over him.

His whole family was down there. What the hell was that?There was a black thing coming into view. Not a bird. A drone.

What the fuck was a drone doing out here?

Gathering intel.

“I’ve got movement from one of the groups we’re monitoring.From what I can tell, they flew into DFW yesterday. I’m sorry I’m late withthis, but they were good at covering their tracks. Honestly, if I hadn’t knownyou were in Dallas this weekend, I might have let it go,” Tara was saying. “Ithink I’ve tracked them meeting a person we consider… Well, he’s basically alogistics guy for the Dark Web. He’s a broker of sorts. He can get you anythingyou need.”

A hole opened in the pit of Tristan’s stomach as he heard afamiliar thud.

A broker who could get a guy whatever he needed. Like gunsand drones and a fucking helicopter.

Tristan dropped the phone and started down the stairs. Hemanaged to make it to the landing as the guests were running from the upperfloor.

“Move,” he called, waving through the parents with kids. Itwas obvious even in panic mode, his family prioritized the kids. They movedquickly.

“Hey, my sister is still back there.” Kyle Hawthorne had hisdaughter clinging to him as his wife moved past, followed by Carys’s otherbrothers. David and Lucas were each carrying a child while David’s wife, Tessa,led the older kids.

“I’ll get her,” Tristan promised. “You get them inside. Awayfrom the windows.”

“I’ll be back,” Kyle told him but called out for everyone tofollow him.

The chopper closed in as he saw his mom and sister withGrace and Avery and Daisy. Daisy held her mother’s hand as they navigated thestairs.

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