“Well,” Harrison drawled, thinking for a moment. “I’d given Grace the use of my private security team for the wedding itself, but they took her after the reception. So I think it needs to be about more than just bodyguards on the day off. Maybe post some people at the bridal suite as well.”
The blue artist nodded quietly, sipping his drink. He hated the thought of his wedding having to be surrounded by armed guards, but he hated the thought of a villain attack even more.
“If that’s what it takes for Katelynn and our guests to be safe, then okay. Maybe once we have the location booked, we’ll know what other steps we m-might need.” Jack fidgeted with his mug. He had plenty of ideas for the wedding decorations and food, but this aspect was far out of his depth.
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."
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