“I don’t want to get into it.” I inhaled, sitting taller. “I’d rather think about Nick.”
Celeste’s eyes shone with understanding. “Your wedding was beautiful. The terrace, sunset, lights…it was magical.”
“It was as perfect as it could be.” I met their gazes. “Thank you for coming.”
“We wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” Reina said.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t the one to invite you. Everything happened at once.” I remembered the rumor the day after the apartments were attacked. “Have you heard anything else about Cabezõn’s men. Were some captured?”
Celeste went to my office door and peeked her head out. Quietly, she closed the door. “I would think you’d know all about it.”
I shook my head. “Oh, if you mean because of Nick, we stayed off the radar all weekend.”
Reina’s eyebrows danced. “Off the radar. Hmm, sounds good to me.”
“Well,” Celeste said, “Saturday night, two of Cabezõn’s soldiers came into the club asking questions.”
“There’s a room downstairs in the basement of Wanderland,” Reina said, speaking as if she was divulging cartel secrets. “Those who heard them said they were trying to find out where the cartel would take their men for questioning.”
“Did they cause problems?” I asked.
“Lieutenant Ruiz, Nick’s father, was overseeing the club. Once he heard they were on the premises, he had them removed.”
“How would they learn about the interrogation room?” I asked.
Celeste shrugged. “Mia came by here on Sunday. All the women swear they haven’t told a soul.”
“She believed you. Right?”
Reina nodded. “I think Nick’s father thought blaming the whores was the way to go.”
“I’m so glad,” Celeste said, “we have Mia.” She looked at me. “And you and Izzy.”
A knock interrupted our gossip.
Celeste went to the door, turning the knob. Her smile grew. “Speak of the devil.” She opened the door wider, revealing Em and Isabella. “We’ll get back to the front office.”
Reina and Celeste exited as Em and Isabella entered.
“Welcome back,” Izzy said with a grin. “Look at you.”
“Tell me to kick Nick’s ass,” Em said, “and I will.”
My laugh bubbled from my throat. “Please don’t.”
“Damn,” Em replied, “I guess I’ll have to find someone else to kill today.”
Izzy playfully pushed against his muscular arm. “Stop it. You’re not as deadly as you pretend.”
“Oh, I’m deadly, just not around my beautiful naïve wife.”
“I’m not naïve.”
Em kissed her cheek. “Horace will be here soon. I’ll see you tonight at home.”
After Em left, I asked, “Is Sofia still at your house?”
“She’s going back north today.”