Kit and Beckett chitchatted as they drove, Beckett constantly
checking the traffic around them.
“So, tell me, how are the wedding plans coming along?”
“It’s still very, very early stages, but I’m looking at a
couple of venues. One is the Monarch Hotel.”
“Nice. Their grand ballroom is elegant,” Beckett said as he
glanced in the rearview mirror.
“Oh, you know of it?”
“Of course. It’s where the annual masquerade ball is held,”
Beckett said.
