“Right, then I’ll text Tate and see what she needs for the Con Man just in case.”
“I know we’re going to need more diapers than one cart can carry.”
Razor chuckled. “Good thing I brought the truck, huh?”
Poppy’s fingers flew over her phone as she started a list and texted the family.
“Razor, can you please make sure the cars are all gassed up and ready to roll if we have to get out, please?” I asked.
Our basement had been overhauled and could be locked down at a moment’s notice. From the outside of the home you wouldn’t know there even was a basement, and from the inside, it could only be reached from a hidden panel. So, if you even discovered the panel to begin with, you’d have to enter a code, then get through a steel reinforced door.
The basement windows (actually all of the home’s windows) were bullet proof, and I’d had the club install another fully functional kitchen. It was small, but it had everything we needed. There were three bedrooms and four bathrooms downstairs, along with a theater, a great room, and some hidden exits that led to cars if we had to escape without being seen. Hatch’s office and a gym used to be down there, but he’d moved those upstairs, when Poppy and Flash moved out.
“You bet,” he said. “We were going to switchthem out day after tomorrow anyway.”
“Oh, that’s even better,” I said.
I heard the beep of the alarm again and cocked my head.
“It’s me,” Flash called out.
Poppy jumped up from the table with a squeak. “What are you doing here?”
My eldest son laughed as his sister threw herself at him. He caught her in a hug and lifted her off her feet. “Hey, sissy.”
“Hey, yourself. I was just texting your wife to see what she needed from Costco.”
“She’s workin’ in the office with Mack today. She took Con Man with her.”
I wrinkled my nose. “What? No baby squishes?”
Flash made his way to me and kissed my cheek. “She promises she’ll swing by on her way home. With everything going on, she wants him close.”
“I totally get that.”
“So, I’m on you with Razor today.”
Poppy clapped her hands and did a little dance. “Yay.”
“No flights?” I asked.
My son flew helicopters and ran a rather successful private flight company out of Portland.
“Not today. Today I’m with my Mama,” he said with a cheeky grin.
I slid my arms around him and squeezed. “Areyou sure?”
He squeezed me back. “Part of being a road captain is making sure the first lady of my club is covered, Mama. And since you are that first lady, I’m sure.”
I grinned. “Daddy said no colors,” I reminded them. “I want your cuts hung up and left in our closet.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Razor said.
“Eat, baby,” I ordered Flash. “Poppy and I’ll go through the basement cupboards and make sure we’re not missing anything.”
“Afterbacon,” she sassed.
I laughed. “Yes, poppet. After bacon.”
