George’s Big Day (With George #3) Read Online Mary Calmes

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: With George Series by Mary Calmes
Advertisement

Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
<<<<212202122232432>39
Advertisement


Later, after the entire group was taken into custody, I had been assigned to protect him when he went to apologize to different people for things he’d had to say to keep his alias. It wasn’t necessary, but he felt so strongly about it that he’d been given the leave to explain. He was basically talking to all the law enforcement officers in Montana, sheriffs and deputies, state police and other assorted individuals he’d interacted with. I had been the one assigned to go with him, as his boss at the bureau wanted him accompanied by someone who could both protect him and keep the process moving. Meaning, they were giving him some leeway because he was the hero, but he didn’t need to linger if someone was not open to hearing him out. I didn’t think the second part was necessary. Again, hero—who wouldn’t want to speak to him?

Surprisingly, though most people logically understood the sacrifice he’d made and the process, revisiting their interactions was not something they wanted to do.

“Not everyone wants to hear the epilogue,” he’d told me. “Some like to reframe the story in their minds and be done with it.”

Fair enough.

Others thought his coming back around was self-aggrandizing. Like yes, they all knew he was a hero, did he want a parade? Those were the hardest for him, and I felt for the guy. He was trying to apologize and clear the air; they just wanted him to go away.

Much like I did as soon as I saw him at my wedding venue.

“What’re you doing here?” I nearly yelled, because not only had I been appointed to travel with him for a couple of weeks, but also, he had served with me before he left to become an FBI agent. He had felt a higher calling, he said, when he resigned from the Army. I couldn’t imagine one greater than service to one’s country, but that was me. “And what the fuck are you doing telling people you’re my fiancé’s friend?”

“You have those two fuckers at the front door, and I needed to get in here.”

The fuckers were Kola Kage, Hannah’s brother, and my friend and Kola’s boyfriend, Finn Murray, who worked with me at Sutter. They were my ushers, directing people where to sit and making sure that if someone showed up—such as law enforcement types to take someone into custody—that they checked their documentation.

“You lied to them?”

“Yes, I lied to them,” Horace said crossly. “But still, the father of the one with the black hair asked the colonel here to escort me to you because his son didn’t like the look of me.”

I turned to Colter.

“I know Kola’s father, Sam Kage, and once he pointed Gleason out, I made sure Owen and I walked him up here.” Colter glanced at Chris. “I saw your lovely wife on the way. I’ll apologize later for lying to her, but she and Noah were together and I didn’t want to alarm them.”

“Meaning you lied to Noah as well,” Dante pointed out.

“Yes, I lied to Noah too, and I will apologize to him as well,” Colter said irritably.

“Just checking,” Dante said.

“I’m getting married!” I yelled, and everyone looked at me. “What the fuck?” I directed my anger at Horace.

“Listen, I’m sorry about this, I really am,” Horace said, “but we have very good intel that four hitters from the Aryan Purity League and two from Aryan Warriors for Truth⁠—”

“Are you kidding me with these names?” Owen commented.

“No, I’m not kidding you with these names,” he growled, turning on him fast, like a viper, and crossing his arms. “I can’t make this shit up.”

“When are they coming and why?” Colter demanded, bumping Owen gently with his shoulder so he didn’t interrupt again.

“Listen, the FBI want these fuckers, so I would appreciate it if no one shot at the incoming Black Hawk helicopters.”

“No, no, no,” Dante told him. “My place is off-limits. I have that in writing from the DOJ and the director, so fuck off.”

“Throttle back, old man.”

“Old man?” Dante repeated, glancing at Colter.

“Do not start with that shit,” Chris threatened Horace. “You wanna compare service records, asshole? Tell me if that’s what you wanna do.”

“Oh dear God, let’s not measure dicks,” Owen chimed in again, clearly unable to control himself.

“I’m just saying,” Horace doubled down, “it’s not my call how these fuckers are subdued and transferred outta here. Our intel says they will be here at approximately nineteen hundred hours, so we’ll be staking out the large area with the stained glass and⁠—”

“The hell you will,” Colter interrupted. “That glass is handmade and had to be flown in from Florence. We will not have bullets flying around in there.”

“You’re saying that glass is more precious than human life?”

“When did I say that?” Colter looked at Dante. “Did you hear me say that?”


Advertisement

<<<<212202122232432>39

Advertisement