Page 30 of Her Loving Hero

“We’ve already found out a lot. Carly already told Emily all about that call, didn’t she? Even that the guy was talking about the orphanage that got blown up. I mean how much more do you need?” Scott asked snidely.

“How and what more do you expect to find out? I know how you intend to sneak Carly in, but do the three of you really think you can pass as servers?”

"Nobody ever pays attention to servants at these events,” the young man said. “I’m going to be looking out for Carly. My sisters are just going to serve drinks and listen to people. We’ll compare notes after the party. We only really expect Carly to hear anything good.”

“See, you know that Carly is at risk,” Emily said. “This isn’t good Chris.”

“I didn’t say it was foolproof, but it needs to be done,” Chris relented.

“I’m going to be fine,” Carly protested. “I just have to act as an interpreter. What could go wrong.”

Emily felt like she might throw up. She gave Wyatt a pleading look.

“Scott, do you think you could wrangle an invitation with your connections?” Chris asked. “There shouldn’t be any problems with so many people there, it’s not like they could do anything to Carly even if they find out she isn’t Emily, but it would be good if I wasn’t the only one watching her back.”

“I think I could manage that,” Wyatt said slowly. He winked at Emily with a shit eating grin.

* * *

“Areyou sure Carly is related to you?” Wyatt asked Emily as soon as she hung up the phone. “I can’t imagine you ever going off half-cocked like this.”

Wyatt unmuted his phone. “Kane, you’re free to talk now.”

“Oh, I’ve been freely talking.” Kane said sarcastically. “I’ve been swearing up a mother-fucking storm.”

“I thought we agreed you weren’t going to swear in front of a lady.”

“All bets are off when I’m confronted with so much stupidity. I found out what party these numbnuts are planning on going to. He got it wrong, it’s not being thrown by any of the Omani government, this is being hosted by the Ambassador of UAE. They’ve invited all the big hitters to brag about their expansion with Oman.”

“The country of Oman is like that girl in high school that tries to be friends with all the different cliques, jocks, goths, cheerleaders, hipsters and stoners. This could either work, or could totally blow up in their face,” Wyatt mused.

“Do you think this party is the al-Qaeda target?” Emily asked. She sounded petrified. Wyatt grabbed hold of her hand, his thumb rubbing across the smooth flesh.

“No. The timings off. I think the kids are onto something. The info is going to come from there. In the meantime, I need to get my ass onto a plane. I also need to find some slacks to wear.” Wyatt did a mental perusal of his closet, he was going to need something besides cargo shorts and T-Shirts to be Scott Lyle.

“Kane, can you book my airline ticket?”

“Already on it. Good news is, you’re going to have to fly first class, it’s the only thing available to get you there in time.”

Wyatt thought about his credit card limit. There was no way that would work. “Kane,” he started to protest.

“It’s already booked. You’re covered.”

“Kane!” Wyatt growled.

“I have a coupon.” Kane said flippantly.

“There’s no such coupon,” Wyatt practically yelled.

“Whoa there cowboy, I meant miles. I’ve e-mailed you the info. You’re going to have to get your ass up to LAX in six hours.”

Wyatt looked at Emily. She looked so damned relieved, how the hell was he going to ever pay Kane back?

Fuck it. He needed to get his ass in gear.

“Thank you, guys, so much, but Kane I don’t want you to use your miles. I’ll pay for the ticket. I’ll pay for everything. I have money from my grandmother’s inheritance. You don’t know how much this means to me.”

“Miss Hoag, like I told Wyatt, this is taken care of. Seriously, I do have miles to handle it. I wasn’t joking.”