Harrison sighed. Something about watching Jack fuss and fidget about the problem rather than solving it was getting on his nerves.
“Look,” he said bluntly. ”I don’t think this is something you two should have to worry about on your wedding day. How about I take care of this for you? I’m used to having a heavy security detail and I’ll make sure that the place is villain-fortified without the guests being any wiser. Deal?”
Jack’s grip tightened on the cup. He knew Harrison was trying to be helpful (and they definitely needed his help), but the businessman’s curt tone still grated. He’d never had to deal with anything like hiring security before – was it his fault he didn’t know what steps to take?
“I’d appreciate that, Mr. Drake. And I know Katelynn would too. So yes, it’s a deal.”
“Good,” Harrison said with a pleased smile, his first of the afternoon. Then he took a long sip of his cocoa as an awkward silence set in. He tried to run through a list of topics in his mind, but as that he barely knew the man across from him, he struggled to come up with any ideas for what to talk about.
He wasn’t a very talkative person by nature, but the silence was just as awkward for Jack. He started fidgeting with his cocoa again. The wedding plans seemed to be a safe topic, so he settled back on that.
“The decorating won’t be a problem, at least.” He sipped his drink. “I met some professional decorators when I was on tour. Even if they can’t come to Metro City, they can still give me advice."
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