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Chapter One

Mason glanced over the top of the computer monitor and met eyes with Hank, who simply nodded in return. Then three separate voices barked at the same time. He shot his fist into the air and the room went silent. His eyes settled on baby-faced Boyd first. Mason pointed a finger; the kid cleared his throat and stood up like a tenth-grader giving his first presentation to the class.

in Fiji is secure, Mr. Storm, but uh, Frowning, Mason

said

Hank spun in his chair, fanned the black Mohawk on top of his skull. man

Walker

Hey, I got something on the plane found two, exactly like you wanted

said, closed his eyes and shook his head, knowing he was losing it.

Boyd smirked, turned and pressed enter on the keyboard to make the purchase. Lopez covered his mouth while Hank just let out a full-belled laugh that doubled for Santa Claus. Mason covered his face, chuckled then rubbed his cheek the vehicle; there are still a few places we have

, d Mason you helping out,

cal. You want it

Mace, get out of h

Mason nodded,

yd said

if Mace, will you fucking leave, , his dark face scowling he hell are

we supposed to throw you a hell

. He in

few shooing him out of the operations center and into the front office where the paper pushers of Walker International worked.

Two of the Accounting ladies grinned at him when he exited. The younger of the two gave him the eye, again, but in a casual way. She, like everyone else, knew he was heading down the aisle in six days. What they

d only decision he never second asked. Whatever made her

happy. Mason neared the main reception area, spotted Valerie Chance on duty and slowed his pace pondering a

quick duck down the hall to she glanced up mid-thought. Busted.

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-a- getting a flight for said, winced and slowly

.

happy I have a couple more days. Happier that I moved out of the estate. I do not want to be there

said k shoes, blah,

ed around the desk and headed to the lobby. He waved back, pressed the button and disappeared into the elevator.

~*~

, getting

s events. At least this time she got to pick what she wanted to wear regardless if anyone else liked it or not.

Per usual, the sales lady, Dana, nodded her head even as the slight frown formed on mouth. Rolling her eyes, Veronica glanced in the mirror again and smoothed the A-Line dress down her hip. She loved the lightly printed fabric and strapless sweetheart bodice, a completely different look than her mother obviously had in mind.

Sylvia

aid with a light hearted smile.

Sylvia half-

she and her mother had bonded, somewhat, after they were kidnapped together. Although her mother still struggled with what had happened, it helped her understand the new Veronica that emerged so many years ago. It felt nice having an ally, even if she was still over-white roses you suggested will look pretty on the a

mother

Yes, Mom. Dad booked the photographer for seven a.m., one more compromise in my column. Why does he want pictures of me getting my make-

we got married; your father wants to make sure you have the perfect wedding. Veronica sighed. Her perfect wedding would be in Vegas or

need some big display or attention grabbing theatrics to marry Storm. She knew how she felt about him and it certainly had nothing to do with flowers and pretty dresses. Arguing that point with her family was pointless, but she drew the line at a church wedding. A pastor in the backyard of the estate did the job just as well.

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said and stepped off the pedestal. She smiled at her mother and squeezed her hand.

In the dressing room, she carefully wiggled out of the dress and laid it over the top of the door for Dana. It slipped away a moment later. Veronica stepped into her jeans and pulled a shirt over her head. After she slipped into her boots she grabbed the phone from her coat and speed dialed Storm.

The call instantly went to voicemail. Frowning, she listened to her soon-to- This is Mace, leave a message.

It felt weird actually leaving a message. Rarely did his phone go right to voicemail. Unless they were busy

getting busy, Storm was a 24/7 kinda guy. His job with Walker required on-call status often, something he was already used to, and if he had to, he only turned his phone off after telling her first.

Veronica collected her things and walked out of the stall trying to push the odd feeling away. s smiling face greeted her at the front of the store. She already had the dress in her arms, ready

to go. Veronica thanked Dana for her help, took the dress from her mom and followed her out to the parking lot.

drive to their next destination.