Beauty And The Bodyguard. Lisa Childs
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Gage’s stomach lurched. He had to get them out—alive—before the gunmen made their move.
If they hadn’t already...
He had no time to drive far enough away that he could get a call out for backup. And he certainly had no time to wait for them to arrive. He had to get back into the church and make sure Megan wasn’t in danger.
* * *
Megan’s heart slammed against her ribs, and she backed up into the dressing room, trying to put distance between herself and the barrel of that gun. She raised her hands. “What do you want?”
The woman holding the gun was dressed in a navy blue bridesmaid’s dress. But she wasn’t one of Megan’s bridesmaids. She had never seen the woman before, although with her curly auburn hair and brown eyes, she looked familiar.
The gunwoman stepped inside the room and shut the door. As she did, she pointed her weapon toward that closed door.
Megan didn’t breathe a sigh of relief that it was no longer directed at her. Her breath was stuck yet in her lungs, burning.
“What do you want?” she asked the woman again. And why was she dressed like a bridesmaid? Megan didn’t have any besides her sister. She’d wanted to keep the wedding small, probably because she really hadn’t wanted one at all.
“I want to protect you,” the young woman replied.
“What are you?” Megan asked. “A bridesmaid or a bodyguard?”
“Bodyguard,” she replied quickly and emphatically.
“I already have one of those.” According to Gage, it was the only reason he was at the church. “And I don’t need that one.”
The young woman shook her head and tumbled those auburn curls around her delicately featured face. “Yes, you do.”
She did. But she wouldn’t admit it. She didn’t need Gage for protection, though. “I’m not in any danger.”
“There are guys coming into the chapel concealing weapons.”
Megan snorted. “My father is an FBI bureau chief. All of his agents were invited to the wedding. They don’t go anywhere without their guns.”
They had all come armed to that Super Bowl party nearly two years ago.
“I know your dad’s agents,” the woman replied. “These people aren’t them.”
Megan’s blood chilled. “Then who are they?”
The woman shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe people with a beef with your dad.”
Megan bristled. “Why would anyone have a beef with my dad?” He was an honorable man—a fair man.
The only person she could think who’d had a problem with him had been Gage when he’d quit the Bureau. But that hadn’t really been because of her father; that had been because of her.
“He’s put away a lot of criminals,” the woman replied. “Any of them could want revenge.”
“Of course...” Megan murmured, embarrassed that she’d been so naive. Of course there were criminals who wouldn’t appreciate how good her father was at his job. “But why here? Why now?”
“Your wedding announcement was in the paper,” the pseudobridesmaid reminded her. “It provides a great opportunity for anyone looking for vengeance.”
“But...”
“Don’t worry,” the woman assured her. “I’ll protect you.”
She was armed, but it sounded like the other people might have more weapons.
“How are you going to do that?” Megan questioned her.
The woman’s dark eyes narrowed, as if she thought Megan was questioning her abilities.
“If none of those gunmen are my dad’s friends, then you’re outnumbered.” Even if Gage hadn’t left...
“I have a plan,” the woman replied. “You need to take off that dress.”
Megan couldn’t agree more.
“No one can know that you’re the bride.”
She wasn’t the bride, because she had no intention of getting married. “You’ll need to help me,” Megan said. “I can’t undo all the buttons.”
The woman lifted the skirt of her own dress and slid her gun into a holster strapped to her thigh. “Turn around.” But she only fumbled for a few moments before cursing. “Damn it, I should have paid more attention when I’ve helped Mom out with weddings.”
That was why she’d looked familiar. She was the spitting image of her mother. “You’re Penny Payne’s daughter.” Mrs. Payne had said that her sons were bodyguards. She hadn’t mentioned that her daughter was as well.
“Nikki,” the young woman replied.
“I’m Megan,” she said.
“I know,” Nikki replied.
She sounded like her mother—like a woman who knew everything except how to get Megan out of the heavy, constrictive wedding gown. She continued to fumble with the tiny buttons, but she only managed to undo a couple of them.
“Cut it off me,” Megan urged her. She grabbed a pair of scissors that had been left on the vanity table.
“That won’t work.”
“Of course it will.” She didn’t even care if she got cut in the process. She just wanted it off. Now. And it had nothing to do with fear of any suspiciously armed men. It had to do with fear of making a horrible mistake.
Again.
“I won’t be able to put it on if it’s ruined,” Nikki replied.
“Why would you want to wear it?” She turned to face the woman.
Nikki shuddered. “Not because I want to get married. I want to act as a decoy.”
“For me?” Megan asked. “You won’t pass for me.” The other woman was beautiful.
Nikki wrinkled her forehead. “Why not?” she asked. “We have the same coloring and build.”
Megan shook her head. Her hair was darker, her body heavier. There was no way she looked like the beautiful bodyguard.
“You’re a little curvier,” Nikki admitted. “But with how heavy this dress is, no one will notice.”
Megan suspected plenty of people would notice. But she didn’t care as long as she wasn’t the one walking down the aisle. “No one will notice if you snip a few of those buttons off,” she said.
“You really want out of this dress,” Nikki observed.
“When you came in, I was just getting ready to cancel the wedding,” Megan said. “I can’t go through with it.”
“Gage?”
Nikki Payne might have been like her mother. Penny had pried out of Megan how much she’d loved another man—and how she’d lost that man when he’d gone missing in action and been presumed dead. But she’d lost Gage long before he’d been deployed again.
“Where is he?” Megan wondered.
He’d vowed to make sure no one would stop the wedding from taking place. If he’d noticed the men Nikki had noticed, he might have taken them on—alone. He might have put himself in danger—again.
Nikki sighed. “I don’t know. But I could use his help. I left my phone in my mom’s office when she enlisted me as your maid of honor.”
“Ellen canceled.” She wasn’t surprised. Her sister hadn’t wanted her to marry