Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
The man raised a brow as he looked at each of them, that grin still on his face.
“Arrest you?” He smiled. “Now why on earth would I want to do that?”
He glanced down at the gun at his waist and shook his head. “Ahh, sorry. Force of habit. Should have left it in the car.” He cleared his throat as he stuck out his hand, ignoring the bewildered looks on our faces.
“My name is Dennis Withers, gentlemen. I’m a private investigator.”
“Get to the point, Mr. Withers,” Dallas growled.
The man smiled again. “You know, it’s true.”
“What’s true?”
“You two are just like your father.”
The brothers went still.
“He hired me, you know. He suspected your uncle of, well, what we all know he’s guilty of, long before anything happened. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to find the pieces, but they’re right here.”
He slowly reached into the side pocket of his briefcase and pulled out a big manila envelope, passing it to Austin and Dallas.
“What’s this?” Austin breathed.
“Your case, Mr. Caine,” the man said quietly. “And it’s air-tight. You’re going to be exonerated with what’s in there, gentlemen. And your uncle will go to jail for a long time.”
The two of them blinked incredulously, darting a look at each other, and then me, before turning back to Mr. Withers.
“Has he been arrested?” Dallas said.
“Not yet. I wanted to find you guys first.” The P.I. frowned, glancing around as if suddenly realizing where he was. “I’m sorry, this seems to be an event.”
“My friend’s getting married,” I said quietly.
Mr. Withers beamed. “Lovely! Well, gentlemen, I’ll be leaving then. Everything you need in order to contact me is in there. You don’t know this, but your father and I went way back. He was a great man, and I know his sons can carry the torch he lit. I’ve got a couple great lawyers I know who can take a look at—”
“We might have one.”
I grinned as I felt Austin squeeze my hand and turn to wink at me.
“If she’ll take our case.”
“Absolutely,” I whispered fiercely.
Mr. Withers smiled. “Well, you have some fine clients here, Miss. Gentlemen, we’ll be in touch.”
He turned, picked up his briefcase, and made his way back to the trail.
“What the fuck just happened?” Dallas breathed.
“I— I think we just pulled a rabbit out of a fucking hat,” Austin growled back, shaking his head. “Is that shit for real?”
I opened the envelope, my eyes scanning some of the documents as I pulled them out. Slowly, I swore under my breath.
“Stella?”
“It’s…yeah, wow,” I shook my head. “He wasn’t kidding, you guys. It’s all here. Holy shit this is incriminating stuff.”
“So we have a case?”
I snorted. “You have a slum dunk. A monkey could defend you guys in court with this evidence and get you off the hook and your company back.”
They guys laughed. “Well, good thing we have one very sexy monkey to defend us.”
I giggled, falling back into them and kissing them both before I glanced around and blushed.
“Shoot, I should get up to the altar, I think we’re starting.”
“We’ll be here after, baby girl,” Austin murmured, kissing my cheek.
“And you’d better save a dance for us,” Dallas winked.
“Just one?” I grinned back.
“Beautiful,” Austin growled. “You’d better save all the dances for us.”
I was blushing and basically floating on air as I turned and half-skipped across the clearing to the altar by the falls, taking my place to one side. I blushed again as I slowly turned to see Braun, and Vlad, his best man, staring at me.
“What?” I shrugged.
Braun just chuckled and shook his head. “I have so many questions about what I just saw, but I’m going to save them until after I marry the girl of my dreams, alright?”
“You can save them longer than that, because I’m not saying a peep.” I grinned back.
“Yeah, we’ll see how long that lasts once Katrina gets ahold of you.”
He chuckled and then turned to face the trail as the music started to play. Slowly, Katrina and her father made their way out into the clearing and down the aisle, her face beaming as she locked eyes with Braun, and him looking at her like she was the light of his world. She made it to the altar, hugged her father, and then took her place. And the minister was about to start when she turned and locked eyes with me.
“If you think for one single second you’re going to get away with not telling me about what I just saw between you and both Caine brothers, you are severely mistaken,” she whisper-hissed, a grin on her face and a million questions in her eyes. Braun just chuckled.
“Told you,” he hissed over her shoulder at me.
“How about you get married first, huh?” I grinned at my friend.
She laughed and shook her head.