big problem.
Dinner was a circus.
One that Gary paid particular attention to. He watched each guest with meticulous regard to everything that went on in that room. Later, when he was alone, he would pull out his notepad and his pencil and sit by the window in the large room that had been designated to him at the palace. Then he would write out every note he’d mentally taken throughout the hour and a half of sitting in the private dining room of the royal palace.
All of this would be recorded in his small but neat penmanship. To be truthful, Gary had always been interested in people. To the extent that in the early part of his life he’d even sought them out. As an only child, his mother had called it a “craving for attention.” But Gary never wanted the attention of the people he would be around. He just liked watching them, observing their habits, their mannerisms. It all intrigued him.
That was until the heartbreak of his mother’s death, followed quickly by the relief of his marriage finally coming to an end. This was when Gary decided that being around people wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. At that point, he’d found his pencil, his pad and his mind to be his very best friends. They’d introduced him to a newfound hobby he’d never imagined having. One that, in retrospect, would become his new career.
However this, his purpose for being on Grand Serenity, was also a job. Well, it was a favor to a friend.
Kris had been very specific about what he’d needed Gary’s help with. First, in their conversation over the phone and then when Gary had arrived on the island. Kris had personally come to the airport to pick him up and on the ride back to the palace had laid out all of his concerns. Now, Gary was concerned, as well, and he was determined to help the friend that had showed up for Gary in his time of need.
Glancing across the room, Gary wasn’t so sure all of his findings were going to be pleasing to Kris, or his siblings, for that matter.
The meal was over and now there was conversation. The guests tonight had also been here a couple of months ago, right after the royal wedding was announced. They’d only stayed for a day at that time. A breakfast soirée that Rafe had insisted his children attend. Kris had been the only one to escape that meeting, which was part of the reason he’d been the one to suggest to Malayka that she once again have her bridal party visit the island. This time for the weekend. There were several activities planned for the group, all designed to witness them interacting with Malayka. For Kris, Roland and Samantha, there was a definite correlation with Malayka’s arrival to the palace and the attempts on their lives.
Unfortunately, Gary had alarming news in that department. From what he’d observed in the weeks since he’d been on the island, Malayka Sampson was undoubtedly in love with Prince Rafferty DeSaunters.
It was in the way she looked at him. The way she stood beside him, almost protectively at times, her arm intimately tucked into the crook of his. When she smiled with her dimpled cheeks and caramel-toned complexion, her brown eyes rested on Rafe in a way that spoke volumes. Even to a love cynic like Gary.
They made a striking couple, Rafe with his dark and foreboding looks standing tall and formidable beside the curly haired, pretty-faced American. They photographed well and, so far, were forming a very romantic alliance between the United States and Grand Serenity. Already, the president was scheduling a visit to the island. Gary was working with the Secret Service to figure out the safest and most opportune time for that meeting.
Still, Gary could picture the headline on the front page of global gossip papers and the reputable international press: President of the United States, First Lady, Prince Rafferty and Soon-to-be Princess Malayka. The caption, he was sure, would read “A beautiful union of diversity in a time when the world needs to see it most.”
To that end, Gary had made another discovery, one he was sure the DeSaunters children had not considered. Prince Rafferty was also in love with Malayka Sampson.
At first, Gary had been alarmed that he could see it so clearly, especially considering his own epic fail in the love department. He attributed both his awareness and failure to his mother. He’d married to please Maggie Montgomery and thus learned more about what true love looked and felt like because of her memories with his father. His divorce, which came only three months after his mother’s death, had been a direct result of what he knew love to be and what he was certain he never had in his union with Tonya. That and a slew of gossip and lies that had begun to work every one of Gary’s nerves.
Still, even with a failed marriage under his belt, Gary was certain of what he saw between the prince and his bride-to-be. They were in love. Which meant that the suspicions Kris had brought him there to confirm were slowly unraveling before Gary’s eyes.
“What are you looking at? Is she getting on your nerves, too?”
Gary didn’t answer but glanced at Landry, who was now standing beside him, then back to where Malayka and Rafe stood across the room. He kept his arms folded over his chest and his thoughts on the couple to himself.
“She’s happy to have her friends here,” Landry continued.
“The two over there, bridesmaids,” he said, nodding to his left where a tall woman wearing a very short green dress and another woman with long, curly hair and large-framed glasses sat.
“I wouldn’t exactly call them friends,” Landry replied. “They’re more like opportunists.”
“Why do you say that?”
Gary knew she was right, but still wanted to hear Landry’s insights on the matter.
“Last month, when I was back in LA—” Landry tilted her head slightly toward the tall woman “—she was hanging on every word of an R&B singer that I had styled for an awards show. This is what she does for a living—cozy up to the rich and famous. It’s a very lucrative career.”
“It’s degrading,” he snapped.
Landry chuckled. “I wholeheartedly agree.”
Gary shook his head. “The one over there has been using her phone for the last ten minutes. My guess is she’s Tweeting or Snapchatting everyone in this room,” he stated.
“You’re probably right. Which leads to my next question. Why did you and Kris allow all these people to come here for the weekend? With all that’s going on, this seems to contradict the tightening of the security plan we should be promoting.”
She was right. Again. The new princess of Grand Serenity was astute.
“Let me guess, you want to observe them all up close,” she continued. “Weed out the good ones from the bad, possibly?”
At that moment, across the room, Samantha walked up to her father. She leaned in to whisper something in his ear. Malayka frowned at the action, clearly not pleased with her soon-to-be stepdaughter.
“How do they get along?” he asked Landry. “Samantha and Malayka. I mean, really? You and Samantha seem pretty friendly, so she would tell you if she didn’t like Malayka.”
Landry made a tsking sound.
“A lot of people don’t like Malayka. And you’re right, Sam and I do talk. I have one blood sister and now one by marriage. So I’m not about to betray her trust by telling you how she feels about her father’s impending nuptials. Besides, that has nothing to do with our security.”
It had everything to do with their security, Gary thought.
“What did Sam have for dinner tonight?”
Gary answered the question reflexively. “There were two entrées offered tonight in honor of the American guests. Filet mignon and cheeseburgers. Samantha had the cheeseburger with mustard, lettuce and bacon. To appease the healthy portion of her conscience, she chose broccoli instead of fries and lemon water instead of sweetened iced tea. Which, by