Landon limped his way back to Tiffany. The girl got him pretty good.
“What the hell happened to you?” Tiffany asked, her eyes widening as she took in his disheveled appearance. “And where’s the mystery woman?”
“Gone,” Landon grimaced, shifting uncomfortably. “And let’s just say she left quite an impression.”
“She did more than that,” Tiffany observed, eyeing the way he was standing. “Did she—”
“Yes,” Landon cut her off with a wince. “And before you ask, you were right. She wasn’t just a wedding crasher.”
Tiffany’s expression shifted from amusement to concern. “Who was she?”
“An assassin,” Landon muttered, keeping his voice low as a waiter passed by with a tray of champagne. He grabbed a glass and downed it in one gulp. “Someone sent her to kill me.”
“Jesus Christ, Landon!” Tiffany h
