Chapter 21

“Oh?” Fletch glanced between them, one eyebrow arched in question.

“Long story short,” Myles said. “I was at the art fair in Cherry Creek. Someone bumped into me hard. I stumbled and almost knocked over some jeweler’s showcase. Amery was one of the security guards for the event and caught me just in time.” He winked at his husband. “It was a fateful meeting, I’d say, since here we are, married and very happy that we are.”

“So it seems,” Fletch said dryly. “All right, I should get out of here, now that I’ve filled you in on the case.” He stood, then pointed a finger at them. “Next time the two of you decide to play detectives…don’t. Leave it to people who know what they’re doing.”

“Yes, sir,” Amery replied, giving him a mocking salute. When he started to get up, Fletch reminded him he could find his own way out—and did.