Eric flipped through some files on his desk. “You want a week off for the wedding? That long enough? I’m assuming you will be his best man?”
“Hell, yes, I am.” He was in the process of planning the bachelor party. He’d be sure to send Eric an invite. He already knew the guy would be at the wedding.
“Okay.” Eric kept looking at his files. “When you get back, you’ll start the next case.” Something in his tone…changed.
That change was faint. A little tightening of his voice. A little rasping note. The small shift had Constantine leaning forward in his chair. “Just what sort of case will that be?”
“Ahem.”
Constantine waited.Ahemwasn’t exactly an answer.
“So…” Eric’s index finger tapped against his chin. “Do you have any experience with royalty?”
Constantine laughed.
Eric didn’t. “I’ll take that as a no.” He stopped tapping and shoved a file toward Constantine.
Oddly nervous—when henevergot nervous—Constantine opened the file. A whistle escaped him.
“You’re about to get some experience,” Eric informed him. “That’s an exiled princess, and she needs our protection.”
“You are shitting me.”
“Nope. Get ready, Constantine, because you’re about to play bodyguard to real-life royalty.”
Sonofa—
The End