She didn’t care.
“Christopher, want to go get naked at a hotel where they can’t follow or a seventeen-year-old can’t sneak up on us and pray over our fornicating bodies because his momma is a prude?”
He snorted.
“Well, when you put it that way, yes.”
She winked at him.
“Sorry, Dad,” she said, giving him a kiss, and then one for Sam. “You guys got this. Do theOPPOSITEyou did with me, Dad.”
And with that, she grabbed her man by the jean pocket by his hip, and took him with her.
FAST.
Once outside, Chris laughed.
“Are we really going to a hotel?” he asked.
She nodded.
“We are staying in the city, so I need you to tell me that one of your jets can fly somewhere and sit there so if he gets sneaky, I’m good. Unfortunately, we taught him how to use the internet. In hindsight, that was probably not a good thing to do.”
He found that amusing.
How could he not?
What started with teaching him how to do a basic internet search on a suspect, was now their own worst enemy. They didn’t see that one coming.
Not.
At.
All.
“You really don’t want to be here to see your step-brother, do you?”
No, she didn’t.
Again, it wasn’t him.
It was his mother.
Elizabeth didn’t want that ick to seep onto her. She had some good luck, and Abigale was a nightmare on a good day.
“It’s a genetic thing. Let’s leave it at that. My brother isn’t bad, but he makes me edgy. I don’t know why, but he does.”
Chris didn’t care.
“I’ll take a night or two at a hotel. You, me, and the dog,” he said.
Yeah, she was definitely not leaving her dog here. That wasn’t happening either. She didn’t plan on finding out he’d been poisoned or something like that.
“Come on, Baby,” she called, whistling, and her German Shepherd bolted after her. “We don’t want to risk Abigale seeing you and trying to hurt you,” she said, as the beast of a dog jumped into her Jeep, and got comfy in the back seat.
And with that, she pulled away, so they could go grab a few things.
She was staying in Dodge, but she was laying low at The Conference Center with her man.
