Adrian's POV
"Busy?" Taylor's voice pitched higher with disbelief.
"Adrian, I'm your brother! We've bled together in the African desert! If you don't come to my wedding, I'll regret it for the rest of my life!"
Taylor had been my biggest admirer since our first joint operation five years ago.
This recent mission in Africa—the one where I'd nearly died—had only deepened his loyalty. He'd earned his promotion partially because of intel I'd provided, resources I'd shared.
He was trying to repay a debt I didn't think existed.
"You're worried about it being awkward with Lina there, aren't you?" Taylor's tone gentled.
"Don't be. Cathy told me—Lina declined our invitation. Used the exact same words you just did, actually."
My steps faltered infinitesimally. *She said no.
