Page 11 of Uncovering Love: The Wedding

I’M GETTING MARRIED IN TWOweeks.

Fourteen days until the rehearsal and fifteen until I say I do.

There’s a to-do list a mile long with all the last minute errands and phone calls that need to be made, but instead of focusing on that, I can’t stop thinking of the woman Drew’s been secretly meeting. It consumes my thoughts, and for the last three days I haven’t been able to concentrate on much else.

Tuesday night after we observed Drew leaving and tailed him as he made the drive home well past eleven, Jon showed me the photos of Drew going insidehercondo. Greetingherwith a warm embrace. Leaving the same way. I was sick to my stomach.

We need to find out who she is. I want to drop all our other clients to focus solely on this, but Jon, ever the voice of reason, is keeping me in line. We’ve kept up with our current workload of client meetings, online investigations, and surveillance. More importantly, I’ve avoided giving Melissa any information other than letting her know Jon found a lead. We don’t want her involved. She asked us to take over and that’s what we’re doing. I only wish I could speed along the process.

Jon ran the public record on the condo and found out it’s being rented by one Amelia Moreau. I’ve been stalking her online ever since. At least I’m trying to. She’s one of those who doesn’t use her actual photo for a profile picture, but seeing the same Arizona skyline icon across all platforms, we determined it must be her. She blocks all her social media and won’t answer a friend request from any of my dummy accounts. Hot young guy, older handsome man, even flirty and fun chick haven’t been let into her circle. I can’t decide if that makes her really smart, or plain suspicious.

Jon had his contact run her through the system and she’s clean as a whistle. Not even a speeding ticket. It only makes me wonder more.Who is she?

I’ve been trying to figure it out all afternoon to no avail. Shutting my laptop with a forceful snap, I roll my chair away from the desk and release a frustrated growl.

Jon lifts his gaze from his computer screen, but I don’t need to see his face to know he’s holding back a smirk. “What now? Let me guess. The tulle your mom ordered is two shades too dark? The caterer can only do vanilla frosting, not vanilla bean, and the entire wedding reception’s gone to hell?” Now he really does laugh.

I shove my fingers into my hair and tug at the roots. “No! Those are the things anormalbride would be worried about right now!”

“I never pegged you for normal,” he muses, his attention back on his computer while his fingers fly across the keyboard.

“Thanks. I think.” Checking the time on my cell, I realize how late it is. Tate’s working until nine again so it’s not as though I have to rush, but I should probably get some wedding day to-dos checked off my list.

“Ah ha!” Jon shouts, pointing at his screen, and I think he’s about to jump out of his chair he’s so amped up.

“What?” My eyes go wide at the excitement that spreads across his normally serious features.

“I knew it! I knew something was off about her.”

“Who? Amelia?”

“Yep.” He turns his smug grin toward me, along with the screen of his computer so I can view it also.

“That’s her!” I shout because, hot damn, Jon is getting good at this cyber stalking. Her face, along with a dozen others, graces the front page of the university’s student newspaper in a recent opinion article. I scan the article but Jon gives me the rundown.

“I wondered why she wasn’t showing up on anything. She’s a foreign exchange student. That explains her lack of recordsandher proximity to the university.”

“But it doesn’t explain why Drew’s meeting with her weekly.”

“His company hires interns from the business program, doesn’t it? I remember him saying something about that. Maybe that’s how they know each other.”

“And now his company makes house calls?” I raise my eyebrows and return the computer monitor to Jon.

He twists his lips with a scowl and leans forward in his chair. “I don’t exactly know what to make of this. I’m sure I could find out, but it would take days. I’d be following this young woman, stealing hours from our business when you have a wedding this month and I have a baby coming next month ...”

“Get to the point.” Jon’s not one to ramble. I have a feeling I won’t like where he’s leading.

“Honestly, QT, why don’t we confront Drew?”

I shake my head before he even finishes. “No. We’re not doing that.”

“Why not?”

“My wedding is in two weeks. I cannot deal with my sister—who is in my wedding party, mind you—falling apart right now. Two weeks, Jon! Two weeks until Tate’s family and mine are coming together to celebrate our big day. I want it to be perfect. No, scratch that. Idon’twant it to be a monumental disaster. After spending the last few months planning this one day, is that so much to ask? Do you even know how much work goes into a wedding?”

“I’m guessing you’re gonna enlighten me.” He leans back in his chair, hands settling behind his neck.

“A lot. Afuckinglot. And do you know how crazy my sister is right now?”

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