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soccer game. Opulence purchased with drug money.
    The lavish setting probably accounted for Scarlett’s wide-eyed look, which she cast first at Luke, then back at Lucia.
    He tried to dismiss this sense that something wasn’t quite right.
    â€œI don’t understand,” Scarlett said softly.
    Nope, there was no ignoring it any longer. Especially after Scarlett let go of his hand and said to the bride, the woman she’d been hired to protect, “Who are you?”
    Who are you?
    â€œThis is Lucia, Scarlett. Lucia…the bride?” Luke said as calmly as he could.
    Scarlett put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back, her voice low. The wild look in her eyes—something between panic and fury, only tightened the knot in his gut. “I know the bride. This is not her. And I’m starting to wonder exactly who you are.”
    â€œI’m your…fiancé?”
    She went white, put her hand to her chest, swallowed and stepped away from him. “Okay, what is going on here?” She took another step back toward the door, and Luke had no choice but to cut her off.
    â€œStop.” He put his hand up and she flinched.
    Oh, man. The sudden flare of fear in her eyes made him feel awful. “Listen, you are Stacey Meyer, right? From Denver? You know, my bride-to-be? ”
    After seeing the look on her face, he didn’t know who to feel more sorry for—her, or himself. Because clearly he’d come to the wedding with the wrong date.
    She drew in a breath, glanced at Lucia and then back at him. “My name is Scarlett Hanson, and I’m here for my sister Bridgett’s wedding.” Her voice had a sort of high twang to it. “But I think maybe you didn’t know that, did you?”
    He looked at Lucia, who had frozen. Who, in fact, might not even be breathing. “Lucia, everything is going to be fine—”
    â€œWho is this woman?” Lucia asked, her voice shaking.
    â€œI picked her up at the airport. I thought she was my contact—”
    â€œPicked me up? Picked me up? Oh…oh, you listen here—whoever you are. You were in my cab, thank you very much, and you were supposed to be my date, not the other way around, so let’s just rethink who picked who up, shall we?”
    Perfect. He could spot a woman—no, women—about to unravel.
    Oh, how he hated working with people he didn’t know. It made it very easy for things to go wrong. Things like this.
    â€œLadies, please, let’s just figure this out.” He held up his hands in surrender to Scarlett. “Please, sit down. Let’s talk about this.”
    Scarlett stood there looking at Luke as if he had spoken Russian. Then, she drew in a long breath and shuffled over to the sofa. She sat on the arm, her hands tangled together in a whitened grip. “Is your name really Luke?”
    â€œYes. And I’m assuming you are really Scarlett Hanson?”
    â€œAlways have been. From the moment I got into the cab with you.”
    Suddenly it all clicked—why she’d been so cold, even offended, when he’d suggested they might be a couple. And why she’d made sure he knew to keep his hands to himself. Oops.
    He looked at Lucia and motioned for her to sit down. She shook her head.
    Yes, next time he would definitely work solo. He schooled his voice into something resembling calm, hoping it might help him, too.
    â€œUh, okay, here’s what’s going down, Scarlett. Unfortunately, I was supposed to meet a woman named Stacey. She was my cover—my fiancée —for this mission. Clearly something happened to her.”
    â€œMission?”
    â€œI’m…well, let’s just say I’m a security specialist. And in this case, I’m here to protect Lucia.” He nodded toward her.
    â€œWhy does Lucia need protecting?”
    â€œBecause I’m marrying Benito Sanchez,” Lucia said,none too politely. She finally sat down