Page 22 of Beyond Rosy Irish Twilight

“About as well as you’d expect. I’m going to need Cash’s men out here sooner rather than later.”

I pulled out my phone and for the first time since I took this assignment, I called Cash.

“Cash Owens.”

I paused a minute. I barely knew the man, but the touch of reality—of a normal life I was once part of—was something I savored. “Cash, it’s Asher.”

“I thought we agreed you wouldn’t be coming to me.”

“We did.”

“And you’re calling.”

“I have a favor to ask.”

“Your men already asked for one. Scottie will be out there for the wedding. Congrats, by the way. I never knew you as the marrying type.”

“Haha,” I said sarcastically. He knew me all of five seconds. “I need them sooner.”

“How much sooner?”

“Today.”

He barked out a laugh. “Are you serious?”

“I requested some men at the wedding for additional protection. My guys are not exactly used to mingling with high society. I need men that will blend in and know how to do the job without fucking it up.”

He paused for a moment. “So, we’ll gain intel on other players.”

“Highly unlikely.”

“There’ll be a deal going down that will—”

“At his daughter’s wedding?” I questioned.

“Fine, then what the fuck reason would I have for sending my guys out there early for a wedding we’ll gain nothing from?”

I watched the scenery roll by and prayed he didn’t say no. “Ambrose wants to meet my additional security team. Today.”

“Today?” he started laughing hysterically at me. “You’ve got to be fucking joking.”

“I wish I were.”

“Asher, you’re asking me to uproot my guys and send them out to you in hours.”

“And how is that any different than what you normally do?” I asked.

“It’s not. I just want you aware that you’re putting me out.”

“You do this shit all the time. Just don’t send Fox. I have a feeling Ambrose won’t like him.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Fox eats Funyuns.”

“And you think Ambrose has a hostility to Funyuns?”

“I think Ambrose will say something about Funyuns to piss off Fox, and he’ll kill him.”

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