Legacy of Evil by Sharon Buchbinder

Author:Sharon Buchbinder [Buchbinder, Sharon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, fantasy, mystery, paranormal, psychics, thriller
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Published: 2017-11-23T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Emma dragged Stephanie into a quiet nook outside the store. “Thanks for doing that. You saved Tommy from losing more than his high school secrets. I need you to keep an eye on him for us. Can you do that?”

Steph twirled her long hair and narrowed her eyes. “Why? You afraid he’ll follow you to Vegas? Hell, I’ll go with you, be your bodyguard.”

“Yes. No. You can’t come.” Emma blew out a long breath. “Please, trust me when I tell you this is very important to me.”

“Honey, a girl’s wedding should be special. An Elvis impersonator? Really? I don’t understand the rush. You know the clan is going to be put out if they can’t throw a big feast for you and Handsome.”

“If everything goes well, you and the entire Crow Nation can throw a party for us.” Emma grabbed Steph’s hands in hers, “I can’t tell you everything, but trust me when I say it’s critical for Tommy to stay away from us. Use your charms, tackle him if you must, but don’t let that man follow us.”

“I promise to keep an eye on him,” Steph said. “You’re scaring me. Whatever you are doing, please come home safely—with that lovely beefcake, eye candy of a man.”

Emma hugged her cousin. “Who knows, maybe Tommy will come around.”

“GFM—Gay For Me?” Steph shook her head. “That only happens in romance novels, my darling.”

Arm in arm, Emma and Steph strolled back into the store. Steph made a show of handing her cousin over to Bronco. “When the preacher says, ‘Who gives this woman’ think of me.”

After settling up the bill with Mr. Ernest and hugging Stephanie goodbye, Emma pulled Bronco through the mall to the portrait photography boutique, Glam-More.

Eying the purple neon sign, Bronco asked, “Is this the only place in town?”

“It’s the closest and the quickest for what we need.” She strolled over to the counter and told the teenager with the puce hair and sparkling nose ring they needed the wedding package.

“Of courth.” A flash of a steel ball confirmed the tongue piercing as the source of the girl’s lisp. “We have theveral.” Pointing to a tablet, she swiped left. “Thith is the hippie, flowerth in the hair package.” A woman in a rainbow sundress holding a posy of daisies looked adoringly at her beau, a bearded man in a matching T-shirt and bell-bottom trousers.

Emma quirked a brow at Bronco. He shook his head no.

“What else do you have?”

“Medieval Knighth.” A buxom lass with her breasts spilling out of a burgundy tasseled gown wearing an elaborate headdress gazed at a chubby fellow who wore a white shirt with billowing sleeves, a black cape and a sword. “Very popular.”

“Not my style,” Bronco said and rolled his eyes at Emma.

“Hunting?” Man and wife stood side by side, he in a classic camouflage deer hunter outfit, she in a camouflage wedding dress, each armed with what appeared to be authentic Weatherby deer hunting rifles. “They brought their own gunth.”

If there had been a dozen horses in the photo, the bride price would have been complete, Emma thought.

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