Fake Boyfriend - Miley Maine Page 0,50

be enough -- for now.

The reception seemed to drag on. An hour in, the bride and groom had cut the cake, but that was about it. Loren was completely occupied -- she was taking photos of the bride and her bridesmaids doing silly things.

The groom and his groomsmen hadn’t had their turn yet, but they were crowded around the extravagant buffet table. Once again, the groom caught my eye. Douglas was piling food on his plate just like everyone else, but he kept touching his pocket.

Was he armed? Was he waiting on for a call?

Loren’s mother had joined the bridesmaids, so they were well guarded, so I figured I might as well eat. I had nothing else to do, and the lamb last night had been delicious. This buffet seemed to feature shrimp and scallops. I picked up a glass of champagne from the waiter and got a plate full of seafood.

Douglas finally went to sit down, but he chose an empty table. That seemed odd for a groom. I walked through several tables, meandering a bit, and then sat down at the table next to him. I immediately pulled out my phone and pretended to read. I might as well check up on this guy since I was sitting here. It wasn’t like I had anything else to do. And if he was just an asshole, then I’d drop it, and quit giving Loren a hard time.

Then Douglas’ phone buzzed and he picked it up. He turned in his seat, looking around the room, but he only seemed to look to see where his wife was. He didn’t look at me at all.

This prick had probably grown up so privileged that he didn’t even think to cover his tracks. Unlike many of my targets, he didn’t understand self preservation, because he didn’t know what true desperation looked like. He’d never been hungry, or poor, or threatened, not really.

Sometimes people like that ignored anyone they considered beneath them. Or anything who they considered ‘the help.’ And for a man like Douglas, a bodyguard would be an employee, not equal.

I got a little closer. He didn’t even turn to look at me. Amatuer. It would have been nice if I’d had a little of my tactical gear. But I didn’t, so I’d have to do my spying the old-fashioned way.

“Yeah,” he said into the phone. “I haven’t yet. No. Not time.” He pulled at his ear a few times. “No. I told you, I’ll have it soon.” His voice grew tense. “You don’t have to worry. I said I’d have it.”

What the hell was he talking about?

The voice on the other end of the phone grew louder. “Goddamn it, you little shit. I told you I needed it today.”

Douglas ducked his head and ran his hand back and forth over his neck. “I know. I’ll have it. Just stop freaking out. I have a plan,” he said.

Just then a swell of music grew, and I couldn’t hear the other voice any longer, but apparently the conversation was over. Douglas pocketed his phone and got up from the table, leaving a plate of shrimp untouched.

When he turned around, he was all wild-eyed and his gaze went straight past me. He got up and he made a beeline away from the reception.

I got up, a little slower. I took my plate with me, walking slowly to the trash can and dumping it. Then I pulled my phone out and put it to my right ear. I stuck one hand over my other ear, and I frowned, knowing that I’d look like someone who couldn’t hear his voicemail.

In the distance, I kept an eye on Douglas as he went into the hotel. He climbed the staircase and went to his room. I followed him, and through the door, I could hear him making another phone call. I examined the door knob. It was a regular door with a regular lock, just like the one Loren and I had. The inn prided itself on using it’s original features, which meant no electronic locks.

Not wanting to be caught lurking in the hall, I went back to the room I was sharing with Loren and rummaged through her stuff in the bathroom until I found a heavy-duty hair pin. I put my phone back to my ear, and strolled down the hallway.

I quickly picked the lock to the room next door to Douglas’s and went inside. I picked up one of the coffee cups that hadn’t been