Undercover With The Heiress

She giggled. “Daddy did.”

Josh stuck his thumb to his chest. “I helped.”

“It’s wonderful.” And pink. Very pink.

“Daddy’s painting a mural in our new house,” she whispered.

“Your daddy’s very talented,” Kaden said.

She tipped her head against her father’s chest. “I love Daddy.”

How could Heather have ever put this little girl in jeopardy?

“Eat,” Abby insisted. “Your next course is almost up.”

They dug in. Kaden asked Issy about school, but Josh answered for her.

Courtney caught his eye from across the table and winked at him. Winked? What was going on? Then she put her hand on Josh’s arm and asked, “How did you learn to draw so well?”

Courtney and Josh tucked their heads together, leaving Kaden free to talk to Issy. He envied Courtney’s ease with the kids.

“So when do you go to kindergarten?” he asked Issy.

“Not ’til I’m...” She held up her hand, fingers spread out.

Her father rubbed the girl’s back.

“Five?” Kaden asked, to keep the conversation going.

She nodded and ate more of the mouthwatering food Abby and Cheryl kept bringing to the table.

What else could he ask a kid? “Josh says you’re getting a puppy when you move.”

Issy nodded. “Like Carly.”

He shook his head. “Who’s Carly?”

Nathan explained, “My brother’s dog.”

“Love Carly,” Issy whispered. The kid never spoke very loud.

“That should be nice.”

“We won’t get a dog that big, right, short stuff?” her father said.

The girl tipped her head at her father and batted her eyes. “Maybe.”

Everyone at the table broke out laughing. Even Courtney. He frowned. She hadn’t laughed the previous night. She’d worn a stunned expression on her beautiful face. Now it was more...sultry. He’d never described a woman that way.

With a head full of ebony curls and brilliant blue eyes, Kaden imagined Courtney had flaunted her own childhood cuteness. She’d probably wrapped adults around her finger back then and men now.

Gray and Nathan talked about the restaurant construction. Courtney chatted away with Josh.

Kaden was stumped. How did you talk to a kid? What else could they talk about?

“Josh, no drawing at the table.” Cheryl brought something fragrant to the table. “Pollo verde.”

“What’s going on?” he asked Abby.

“There’s an engagement party in the ballroom.”

“That’s why we’re eating here,” Nathan added. “Abby and Cheryl always make enough to feed the crew so we benefit.”

“And Mrs. Gonzalez gave me some of her family recipes.” Abby wiggled her eyebrows. “The pollo verde is hers.”

Gonzalez? His body went on alert. Gonzalez family members were lieutenants in the Salvez cartel. The father, Jose, had worked his way up to underboss. Was it possible cartel members were in the Fitzgerald House ballroom celebrating?

He touched the gun under his shirt. He couldn’t overlook the possibility that Hector Salvez might be upstairs with Heather Bole. His heart pounded.

Kaden slid away from the table. “Excuse me.”

Stepping next to Abby, he whispered, “Nigel said one of my jobs will be to set up for events. Do you mind if I peek into the ballroom?”

Her reddish-blond eyebrows snapped together. “Sure.”

“Third floor?”

She nodded.

“Let me take you up,” Cheryl volunteered. “I can see how things are going.”

“Thanks.”

Cheryl led him to a back stairway. As they neared the third floor, she asked, “Does this have to do with Issy?”

What could he reveal? “Gonzalez is a name associated with the case. It’s a long shot, but it’s possible Salvez, Bole’s partner, is here.”

Cheryl swallowed. “Do you think Heather is here?”

“Only one way to find out.”

In the service hallway, trays of stainless steel covers and dirty dishes were neatly stacked on carts. The muffled clinking of silverware and the hum of voices came through the door. “How many guests?”

“The estimate was one hundred.” She swung open the door.

“Will I be able to see most of them from here?”

“About half. We can stop here and then go around to the ballroom doors.”