12 Chapter 12

Simon looked her over when he got into the room. He looked good too, in light colors and a loose sport coat that hid his gun. “She’s not going to be able to resist you,” he told her, giving her the thumbs up.

Jo rolled her eyes at him, but she grinned as she put on the most conservative jewelry she owned. She’d never thought of herself as the “string of pearls” type, but at least the pearls were black. “She’s not interested. She’d have done something about it by now.”

Simon snorted. “You mean with her wretched mother hanging around? Okay there, Sparky. Anyway, are you ready to head downstairs?”

Jo marched out by her bodyguard’s side. She could already feel a headache forming right behind her forehead. Maybe it was the high-heeled sandals, since she wasn’t at all used to them. Maybe it was the dress, so far outside her comfort zone. Maybe it was the bridal shower itself, second only to baby showers as a torture designed to punish women for Eve’s sins.