Page 36 of Secrets and Lies

“Funny,” Gage called back. “I’m helping Dad.”

A moment later, the other two Callahan men entered the room. Dermot Callahan smiled at his sons as he held out his arms. “Not so bad. I clean up pretty well still, or at least that’s what your mom used to tell me.”

“You look great, Dad,” Logan commented as he handed his father a glass of champagne. He gave one to Gage, and then the four men stood in the center of the room, glasses touched together.

“A toast to my amazing sons. I am so incredibly proud of all of you. Your mother would be as well if she were here to see this.” He sniffed. “Mitch, I wish you and Alex much luck and love in your new life together.”

Logan’s cell dinged, and he glanced at the screen. “The ladies are still doing some last-minute adjustments. Lacy says we have about twenty minutes before Mitch needs to be at the head of the aisle.”

Mitch shook his head. “I still can’t believe you pulled all this off without me realizing.”

Gage grinned. “And you didn’t wonder why Logan was always asking for your opinion on things?”

“I did, actually,” Mitch confided. “I even commented to Alex about it, and she said Lacy was doing the same thing. I just assumed it was because you were nervous.”

“I was nervous,” Logan confirmed, taking another sip of his champagne. “Getting everyone here without you two noticing, getting the decorations done and the food. It was a lot to do without you catching on, but Lacy is a pro. She made it work.”

Mitch took a sip of champagne. “The whole Guam thing was genius. Seriously… genius.”

Logan took a bow. “I am rather talented on occasion.”

Their father laughed. “You’re all talented. You’ve done so much more with the business than I’d ever dreamed of.”

“We learned it from you,” Gage said.

“No, but I’ll take the credit,” his father said.

“I’m just glad Gage is here. This would’ve been ugly if things hadn’t gone our way,” Mitch said as he played with his champagne glass. “There’s no way we would’ve gotten married without you.”

His father frowned. “Why would Gage miss it?” He glanced around at his sons. “What aren’t you telling me?”

Mitch glanced at Logan and realized he should’ve kept his mouth shut. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

Gage took a large swig of his champagne, swallowed, and started the story. “Well, you see, Dad, I was in Central Park theother night and the police thought I broke into the Met and stole a statue.”

“What?” A frown creased his father’s forehead. “Why would they think that?”

“They had proof,” Logan supplied.

Their father put down his champagne and held up his hands. “Okay, start at the very beginning.”

Gage gave his father the story with all the gory details.

“Oh my God. Are you sure you’re okay now? You’re off the hook?”

“Yes, Dad. I’m fine,” Gage said.

“I have to say, though,” Mitch added, “they weren’t wrong. The guy in the video, once Dani peeled your face off his body, his resemblance to you was uncanny.”

“You could see his face?” his dad asked.

“Just the jawline,” Logan supplied. “He was wearing a hat, but Mitch is right. The guy’s build is the same as Gage and his jawline is also very similar.”

Mitch glanced at his father. He seemed lost in thought.

“Are you sure?” his father asked.

“That this guy looked like Gage? Yes.” Mitch’s gut tightened as suspicion tingled along his senses. “Why do you ask?”

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