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Vaughn scrolled through the questionnaire as we drove to the airport, reviewing. “Three weeks? You sure about this, Joel?”
It wasn’t the first time they’d asked if I was sure. A fair question, given we usually didn’t take jobs longer than a single event. A weekend at most. Three weeks was unheard of, and yet…
“Yeah. I’m sure.”
Strangest phone call of my life, but I had a feeling. Deep down, I couldn’t say no to her. The woman on the phone had been crying. Pretending not to cry, but crying while she explained what she needed.
Vaughn chuckled again. “I like this comment. I missed it the first time.”
“Which one?” Cade asked.
“Before the sexual preferences. ‘I’m filling this out, but you don’t need to read it. I’m not hiring you for sex, so get it out of your heads. I’m done with men for the foreseeable future.’”
We all laughed a little. Not that we were bothered by it. If a client didn’t want that, it was fine. We were there for what they needed, not the other way around. If she didn’t want sex, there wouldn’t be sex.
But I wasn’t about to pretend that part—and many other parts—of the questionnaire hadn’t caught our attention.
“Everyone got your identities ready to go?” I asked.
“Yes, sir.” Hawk gave me a mock salute.
Usually it didn’t matter. The jobs were so short that picking a name and a career was all that was needed. But for this we needed to be real. There couldn’t be slip-ups. Another reason we didn’t usually do events that involved client’s families.
Apparently I was breaking all the rules now.
Our suitcases were in the back of the car, ready to go to Isolde’s parents’ house. I didn’t know anyone who planned three weeks of things leading up to a wedding, but then again, not many people living on Clarity Coast were normal. The wealthy, the eccentric, and the artists.
I guessed this family was the former.
Rowan pulled the SUV into the parking garage and I grabbed the little sign with her name. “Ready?”
“Sure thing, boss,” Hawk said with a smirk.
I shook my head but couldn’t stop the smile. Pulling out my phone, I texted the number Isolde gave us.
JOEL
We’ve arrived and will be waiting at baggage claim.
We gathered near the escalator and waited. Her flight would be arriving any minute now.
“Anyone want to quiz me?” Hawk asked.
Rowan raised a single eyebrow. “Quiz you?”
“On the fake identity.”
“Yes,” Cade laid the sarcasm on thick. “Because when our client comes down the escalator and walks up to us we want to be reviewing the details of your fake identity.”
My phone buzzed.
ISOLDE
Just landed. Will be there soon.
“She landed.”
“Did you manage to bump all your classes?” Vaughn asked Cade.
