Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“I thought they were going to Bermuda or something. Don’t they have like a whole beach house rented?” Kenzie replied.
Kala shook her head. “No. They were going to the Caribbean when Tris was joining them in newlywed bliss.”
Lou gasped and put a hand to her heart as though she’d heard something horrifying. “He took back their honeymoon? Like I know why he did the rest, but taking back a beautiful honeymoon seems rude.”
“Guys, he didn’t take it back.” If she let this go, there would be a couple of assassins pissed at Tris, and he had to work with them. And Lou could do a lot of damage on her own. “In fact, he tried to pay for the wedding. But he’s not a part of it so we turned him down.”
It had been the only thing to do.
She didn’t want his conscience to rest in any way. She knew when he was trying to buy her off, and he could go to hell.
Wouldn’t it be fun to tell him that in person? How long has it been since you had someone who would fight with you, who would go toe to toe and call you out when you’re a brat?
“Then where are you going?” Tash asked.
Carys sighed. “We’re going somewhere perfectly safe.” It was time. They would all know in the end. “We’re going to Canada.”
She would have sworn a tear formed in Kenzie’s eye and glistened there like she was thinking about something infinitely sad.
“Eww. Why would you go to Canada?” Kala asked. “Assholes live in Canada.”
Kenzie nodded and seemed to put on a brave face. “They do.”
“Hey, and super nice guys like your soon-to-be brother-in-law,” Tasha pointed out because her fiancé was from the Great White North. “But it doesn’t seem like the hottest location for a honeymoon. Oh, tell me you’re not going to Niagara Falls. Honey, it’s a tourist trap.”
“We’re not going to Niagara Falls.” They wouldn’t have time. She had maybe one day with him, and she planned to get Big Red Bus tickets and explore the city. Like interns did. Because they had no money.
“Vancouver,” Lou guessed. “It’s beautiful, and you know Aidan likes to hike.”
She did not. Hiking and wilderness things were activities she’d been more than happy to send Aidan and Tristan off on while she took a long soak in the tub with a good book.
There had been a lot about being a threesome that worked for her.
“We’re going to Montreal.”
Tasha frowned. “For your honeymoon? Don’t get me wrong. I love Canada. My fiancé is literally from there, but it wouldn’t even make the top ten of our potential honeymoon destinations. If you wanted a city, you could have gone to New York and seen some shows. What are you going to do in Montreal?”
She growled, a frustrated sound. “We’re going to a medical conference. Okay? That’s what we’re doing. Well, what Aidan’s doing. He got an invite a while back to this prestigious conference, and it happened to fall on the week after our wedding so we’re going and spending a couple of days exploring the city and then he’ll work.”
“You’re going to a medical conference in Montreal,” Kenzie said in a flat tone. Like she was working something out in her head. “One Aidan was personally invited to.”
“Fuck,” Kala said. “Well, cousin, you’re definitely going to be in the debrief.”
“What’s going on? Why is it important she’s going to Montreal? Though I think it’s crappy you’re not having a proper honeymoon, I do understand,” her mom said. “Is this the foundation thing Aidan mentioned? He said it was one of the world’s leading groups to study new medical technologies.”
“I don’t understand what the Huisman Foundation has to do with any of this,” Carys admitted. The Huisman Foundation was universally acknowledged as one of the world’s premiere research centers.
“Oh, you will,” Kala promised.
Carys looked to her mom, who seemed every bit as confused as she was.
It looked like it was going to be an even longer day.
Chapter Three
Aidan sat in the reception hall, a glass of Scotch in his hand.
“Son, are you all right? Can I get you anything? I sent your mom home with Daisy and Nathan, but I stayed in case you need a ride.” His father sat across from him. “Or you need to talk. I know you prefer to talk to your friends, but I’m here for you, too.”
His father. His da. “I’m okay. I talked to Mom before she left. We’ll give it a couple of weeks and then we’ll figure something else out. This is a setback, but the one thing in the world I know is I want to be Carys Taggart’s husband.”
“Of course you do. It’s what you’ve wanted since you were a kid. A baby, really. You would follow after her when you were in diapers. I swear you learned to walk so you could toddle beside her.” His father studied him for a moment. “Tristan’s back.”