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law symposium on organized crime and to receive recognition he didn’t believe he deserved for simply doing his job.
    He slipped his gun into its holster. The thing was a nuisance, but he was required to wear it for the time being, or at least until the death threats he’d received while trying the mob case died down. He put on the jacket to his tuxedo, went into the bathroom of his hotel room, and leaned close to the framed vanity mirror to adjust his tie. He caught a glimpse of himself. He looked half-dead. His face was covered with sweat.
    Tonight was the first of three black-tie affairs. Dinner was going to be prepared by five of the top chefs in the city, but the gourmet food was going to be wasted on him. The thought of swallowing anything, even water, made his stomach lurch. He hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday afternoon.
    He sure as certain wasn’t up to pointless chitchat tonight. He tucked the room key into his pocket and was reaching for the doorknob when the phone rang.
    It was his brother Nick calling to check in.
    “What’s going on?”
    “I’m walking out the door,” Theo answered. “Where are you calling from? Boston or Holy Oaks?”
    “Boston,” Nick answered. “I helped Laurant close the lake house, and then we drove back home together.”
    “Is she staying with you until the wedding?”
    “Are you kidding? Tommy would send me straight to hell.”
    Theo laughed. “I guess having a priest for a future brother-in-law does put a crimp in your sex life.”
    “A couple of months and I’m gonna be a married man. Hard to believe, isn’t it?”
    “It’s hard to believe any woman would have you.”
    “Laurant’s nearsighted. I told her I was good-looking and she believed me. She’s staying with Mom and Dad until we all head back to Iowa for the wedding. What are you doing tonight?”
    “I’ve got a fund-raiser I have to go to,” he answered. “So what do you want?”
    “I just thought I’d call and say hello.”
    “No, you didn’t. You want something. What is it? Come on, Nick. I’m gonna be late.”
    “Theo, you’ve got to learn to slow down. You can’t keep running for the rest of your life. I know what you’re doing. You think that if you bury yourself in work, you won’t think about Rebecca. It’s been four years since she died, but you — ”
    Theo cut him off. “I like my life, and I’m not in the mood to talk about Rebecca.”
    “You’re a workaholic.”
    “Did you call to lecture me?”
    “No, I called to see how you were doing.”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “You’re in a beautiful city with beautiful women, incredible food —”
    “So what do you want?”
    Nick gave up. “Tommy and I want to take your sailboat out tomorrow.”
    “Father Tom’s there?”
    “Yeah. He drove back with Laurant and me,” he explained.
    “Let me get this straight. You and Tommy want to take my sailboat out, and neither of you knows how to sail?”
    “What’s your point?”
    “What about my fishing boat? Why don’t you take the
Mary Beth
out instead? She’s sturdier.”
    “We don’t want to fish. We want to sail.”
    Theo sighed. “Try not to sink her, okay? And don’t let Laurant go with you guys. The family likes her. We don’t want her to drown. I’ve got to hang up now.”
    “Wait. There’s something else.”
    “What?”
    “Laurant’s been bugging me to call you.”
    “Is she there? Let me talk to her,” he said. He sat down on the side of the bed and realized he was feeling better. Nick’s fiancée had that effect on all the Buchanan brothers. She made everyone feel good.
    “She isn’t here. She went out with Jordan, and you know our sister. God only knows what time they’ll get home. Anyway, I promised Laurant that I’d track you down and ask . . .”
    “What?”
    “She wanted me to ask you, but I figure I didn’t need to,” he said. “It’s understood.”
    Theo held his patience. “What’s understood?”
    “You’re gonna be my best man in the