“Well, I’ve diced about a thousand carrots, and plated about two hundred side salads.”
She smiled. “It’s good to learn new skills.”
He cupped her ass through the skirt and squeezed. “You’re asking for trouble, Ms. Lockwood.”
“If you’re the one giving it, I’ll take it.” She pressed one last kiss to his lips, then ducked around him. “I’d better get back.”
“I hate that I’m on the other side of the bloody building and can’t see what’s going on,” he grumbled.
“If you step out there, someone will spot you.” She tapped her earpiece. “I’ll keep you up to date.”
“Hadley?”
She looked back over her shoulder. God, he was so handsome.
“Be careful,” he told her.
There was so much emotion packed into his words.
She nodded, then she hurried back toward the party.
It was time to finish this.
She touched her ear. “Anything?”
“Kitty is still in the garden,” Killian said. “She’s alone at the moment. She just finished talking with some guests. It looks like the band will be starting soon.”
“Watch her,” Hadley said.
“Don’t worry, I am.” Her boss’s voice was dry.
Right. Telling Killian “Steel” Hawke how to do his job wasn’t exactly a good idea.
Hadley reached the doorway to the terrace. One of the band members was tuning a guitar. Guests were spread out across the terrace and gardens.
She stepped out, and instantly spotted Killian cradling a glass filled with amber fluid. She knew her boss liked a good bourbon or Scotch.
Down a set of mossy stone steps, Kitty was half hidden by a sculptured bush.
She was still alone.
But Hadley’s senses were tingling. Her trouble radar was going off.
Then she turned her head. The five bandmembers were pulling more things out of the big, black boxes. The closest guy had a riot of tattoos up his arm.
She frowned. It didn’t seem like the type of band the Wentworths would approve of.
Suddenly, a loud drumbeat started pounding out of the speakers. Hadley winced and saw guests turn to look.
Then her brain registered that the four men and one woman were no longer pulling instruments out of the boxes.
They were pulling out assault rifles.
Oh. Fuck.
“Everyone get down!” Hadley yelled above the thumping music. “They have guns!”
She ducked behind a table covered in glasses of champagne. She flipped it over, glasses smashing everywhere. “Killian, we have—”