“It’s gotta be something we would both know,” Blake reasoned. “Try today’s date.”
That actually might work. Punching in the date, I was surprised when the door unlocked, popping open.
“Well, you’re a genius, Mrs. Parker.”
“I always knew that,” she grinned. “Now, bed. I don’t care about anything else. I’m very sorry, but sex is definitely off the table. I’m too fucking tired.”
“Oh, thank God,” I laughed. “I was working myself up to pull out the big guns, but after that reception, I just don’t have it in me.”
Hoisting her into my arms, I stepped across the threshold, grinning for the first time in a long time tonight. “Welcome home, Mrs.—”
A loud alarm sounded. “Danger! Danger!”
“What—”
I spun just in time to see a robot surging toward us on the ground, a red light blinking rapidly.
“That can’t be good,” I said just before a puff of something smoky shot out at us.
17
BLAKE
Pressinga damp cloth to my face, I hissed at the burning sensation. If I could see Knight right now, I’d throat punch him.
And not in a good way.
“How’s your face?” Parker asked.
“Just peachy. If I squint really hard, I can almost make out the blurry thing across the room.”
Sighing, Parker flopped back on the bed. “Somehow, this is not how I thought our wedding night would go.”
“Same goes double for me,” I muttered.
“Alright,” Knight said, walking into the room. “Charlie has officially been uploaded with both of your profiles.”
“Shouldn’t that have happened before you set a killer robot loose in our house?” Parker snapped.
“I didn’t exactly have time. You were the one who just had to get married right away. And if you had shown even a smidge of concern for yours or Blake’s welfare, none of this would have happened.”
Shoving to my feet, I glared at what I hoped was him. “Knight, you put a killer robot in our house! We’re supposed to have a baby!”
“About that, have you considered where you’re going to put your panic room?”
“Our— Parker, what is he talking about?”
“Apparently, he’s talking about the panic room that we didn’t discuss.”
“Because we don’t need one!” I shouted, my voice cracking as the remnants of the tear gas clogged my throat.
Knight snorted at that. “Everyone needs a panic room, especially out here in the middle of nowhere. If you get in trouble, where are you gonna run? To the barn? That thing is a fire hazard.”
“Tell me about it,” Parker muttered.
“So, I’ve taken the liberty to draw up some plans for you, and I’ve already hired the best contractors in the business. As far as specifications go, I have a few models for you, but I highly recommend going with the third option with the escape hatch for the kids.”
Tearing the cloth from my eyes, I did my best to glare at him. “The escape hatch?”
