Harrison ordered a hot chocolate as well, with a shot of caramel sauce then turned back to the conversation at hand. “I don’t want to sound like a negative nelly, but have you two discussed security?” he asked. “I know Katelynn has made some enemies in this city and given what happened to Grace…..” he trailed off.
Jack froze. He hadn’t given any thought to security, and now he was ashamed of himself for forgetting it. Harrison was right – with Katelynn’s history, and the kind of luck the two of them seemed to attract, they would need all the defenses they could.
“I’m afraid we h-haven’t,” he admitted, embarrassed to hear his stutter come back. “But you’re right, we are going to need it. What do you recommend?”
“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.
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