“I lack finesse?” I asked, pointing to the center of my chest. “Are you fucking serious?” I craned my neck. “Have you met Val?”

“See?” Maddox said, pointing at me with his whole hand. “That is exactly something Abby would say—or…Camille, Trent’s girlfriend.”

“Trent’s girlfriend?”

“My brother.”

“Your brother Trent. And Travis. And you’re Thomas. Who am I missing? Tiger and Toadstool?”

Maddox wasn’t amused. “Taylor and Tyler. They’re twins. They’re between Trent and me.”

“Why the Ts?” I had to ask, but I was beyond annoyed with the entire conversation.

He sighed. “It’s a Midwestern thing. I don’t know. Lindy, I need you to go to my brother’s wedding with me. I need you to help me talk him into not going to prison.”

“It shouldn’t be that hard for you to convince him. The Bureau is a great alternative to prison.”

“He’ll be undercover. He will have to keep it from his wife.”

“So?”

“He really, really loves his wife.”

“So do our other undercover agents,” I snapped, not feeling the slightest bit of sympathy.

“Travis has a past. His relationship with Abby has always been volatile, and Travis sees honesty as his commitment to their marriage.”

“Maddox, you’re boring me. Our undercover agents simply tell their significant others they can’t discuss their job, and that’s the end of it. Why can’t he just do that?”

“He can’t tell her anything. He’ll be undercover on an investigation that could implicate Abby’s father. That could certainly become an issue in their marriage. He won’t willingly risk anything that could mean losing her.”

“He’ll get used to it. We’ll just give him a simple, tight alibi and stick with it.”

Maddox shook his head. “No part of this is simple, Liis. We’ll have to be exceptionally creative to keep Abby from figuring it out.” He sighed and looked up at the ceiling. “She’s sharp as a goddamn tack, that one.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, wary of the fact that he’d used my first name. “The S.A.C. wants me to go. Do you?”

“It’s not a bad idea.”

“Our being friends is a bad idea, but us posing as a couple for an entire weekend isn’t?”

“Travis is…hard to explain.”

“You think he’ll get violent?”

“I know he will.”

“I’m assuming you don’t want me to shoot him if he does.”

Maddox shot me a look.

“Then, can I shoot you?” I asked. He rolled his eyes, and I held up my hands. “I’m just trying to understand my role in all of this.”