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I arrived in the states, landing at a private
airfield in New York State. My passport was scanned and stamped before I was
shuffled into a waiting limousine. Inside, I was greeted by a familiar face.
“Cullen, you fucker,” barked my best friend, a slow grin spreading over his
tanned skin, making his teeth appear blindingly white.
“Hello, Jake,” I smiled, hugging him. He was
dressed in a black suit, his face covered in stubble and a friendly grin. “Long
time, no see.”
“I know. The last time I saw you, it was my
engagement party to Leah a few months ago,” Jake nodded. “And if I recall, you
were quite drunk, my friend. How’s the hangover?”
I rolled my eyes, remembering fondly about his
engagement party and how Leah’s roommate, Claire had flirted with me. I got
drunk to forget her constant pawing. Blinking back to my friend, I smiled, “How
is she?” I asked, settling back into the leather seats.
“Excellent. Buried, head-long, in wedding
plans. You’re still my best man, right?” Jake asked.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I smiled
crookedly. “Now, what are you doing here?”
“I’ve been temporarily reassigned by Diplomatic
Security,” he chuckled, sitting back and crossing his legs. “When your mother
said that you were coming to the states instead, they wanted me to be your
personal valet and body guard. The fearsome twosome is back in business!”
“What about your position with the FBI?” I
asked.
“It’s still there, but I’m on special
assignment to work with you,” he answered. “I think it was your mother’s
impassioned plea that got me reassigned.”
“I’m sorry, Jake,” I frowned. “I can only
imagine … I know your position with the FBI is one that you’re proud of and you
shouldn’t have to be my personal body guard forever.”
“Masen, don’t even sweat it,” Jake said,
waving his hand. “I’d just closed up a case and was twiddling my thumbs before
I got my next assignment, filing reports and that sort of bullshit. So, when
diplomatic security assigned me to you, I jumped at the chance.”
“I’m glad,” I smiled. “Really glad. I think
with your help, we can find my brother.”
“Your highness, you’re needed at the Gevalian
Consulate,” said the driver.
“Understood,” I said. “Let’s go, please.” The
limo pulled away and we made our way to the consulate. I checked in with the
diplomat assigned to the United States. She gave me an itinerary of my stay. I
wrinkled my nose at the sheer amount of lunches, banquets, charity events and
diplomatic dinners I needed to attend, but there were a number of opportunities
to look for Emmett in New York. When I was done, I got back into the limo and
drove to the secured condo in Central Park West. Getting the keys and speaking
with the building manager, we rode up to the penthouse. “Are you staying with
me, Jake? Shouldn’t you be ravishing your fiancée?”
“I am staying with you and Leah is staying
with her parents, trying to save some money for our wedding,” Jake shrugged.
“I’ll be leaving once you’re inside so I can pick up my shit from executive
apartment.”
I arched a brow. “I don’t understand, Jacob.
What are you talking about?”
“Leah’s folks, Harry and Sue? They’re freaky
conservative. When they found out that Leah was living with me, they threw a
shit fit. So, Leah moved back in with them to mend fences and save money. Her
dad was not going to pay for the wedding if we were living in sin,” Jacob
shrugged. “I couldn’t afford the apartment we had without Leah’s help. So, when
the lease was up, I moved out, putting my furniture into storage. I’d been
staying in an executive apartment, using my federal discount.”
“Jake …” I frowned.
“I stayed there only for a week, Edward,” he
laughed, slapping my arm as he opened the penthouse door. He did a quick look,
gesturing for me to come inside. “My reassignment to work with you is
advantageous. Almost no living expenses, save for food and my contribution to
the cable bill, like before? Because I know you won’t let me chip in for paying
for this place. It’s a little above my pay grade.” He made a face, shrugging
nonchalantly.
“This is true, Jake,” I snorted.
Special Agent Jacob Black
Crown Prince Edward Anthony Masen Cullen
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