Page 113 of The Marine

“Moving into position B,” Marshall advises.

This has been so carefully choreographed you’d think it was the fucking halftime show at the Super Bowl.

“Play it cool, boys,” I say quietly into my comms. “This guy has been on the run for years, so he’s likely to be hyperaware.”

Or he’s got comfortable.

He has to have after marrying and holding down a job for the past eight years—at least that’s what our records show. Deep down, he’ll always be watching over his shoulder and wary around a team of men like mine.

“The eagle has landed,” James says, and I shake my head.

That’s not what we say.

Not even fucking close.

Marshall snorts.

Then I see her and my heart starts racing like a kid on his bicycle on a Saturday morning leaving the house to go play with his friends.

Fast.

Holy hell. Briar looks like an angel. A very sexy and beautiful angel. Her rose gold dress flutters in the breeze as she rushes to the entrance. I can’t keep my eyes off her bare neck and the way her dark curls bounce off her olive skin.

Mine.

Damn it. No. I thought I had worked this out in my head.

“Can I...please, can I get through? Kael! Here. Over here.” Briar waves out.

I can’t see him yet, but I know James and the rest of the team have eyes on him. I lean back against one of the pillars and slide a hand into the pocket of my Armani pants. As one of the best men, I’ll be at the front of the ceremony with both the bride and Briar in less than ten minutes.

The guests are already seated and Ryder, along with Josh, are standing up there in position.

I just had ants in my pants.

“Want us to frisk him?” James asks under his breath.

We brought our mobile metal detector with us, and he would’ve already been through that if he’s reached the courtyard.

So he won’t be armed.

“Nope,” I say. “No one is taking eyes off him from this point on.”

“Roger that.”

“Follow at a distance when they make their way into the seating area.” I tell him.

I glance over and he nods quickly. Just as Kael walks through the greenery covered archway...and takes Briar in his arms.

Fuck.

I push away from the pillar and grind my feet into the tiled floor.

His head dips and he kisses her with force as she lays a hand on his chest.

Motherfucker.

Get your hands off her.

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