“No.”
“Ah. You’re one of those, huh?”
“One of those what?”
Laikyn shrugged. “I don’t know. It was the first thing that came to mind.”
Oh yeah. She was going to give me a run for my money.
“You should get some sleep.” I picked up her bags. “Pick a room.”
She stopped me as I turned toward the hall leading to the guest rooms, her expression serious. “Is my mother going to be all right? I mean, with the …stuff.”
“Yes.”
“You sound certain.”
“That’s my job.”
“And you’re good at your job?”
“The best.”
Her eyes moved over my face as though hoping to ferret out the truth.
“I won’t lie to you, Laikyn. I have no reason to.”
Her pretty green eyes searched my face for a moment before she finally said, “Okay.”
I nodded, then raised my arm in the direction of the bedrooms. “Okay.”
“What are my options?” She spun on her heel to lead the way down the hallway that extended off the living room. Waldo trotted along at her side, clearly expecting to spend more time with her.
I didn’t respond. The house was four thousand square feet, but the majority was the entertainment areas. There were only three bedrooms—only two downstairs—so it wouldn’t be difficult for her to figure it out in less than a minute.
She stopped at the first door she came to. “Is this one yours?”
“No.”
“Is someone else using it?”
“No.”
“Then I’ll take it.”
I carried her bags into the room and left them on the bed. I had just stepped into the hall when Laikyn called my name.
“Yeah?”
“What you said earlier about my mom paying someone to kidnap me…”
I waited.
“Was it true?”
“Yes.”
“I want you to tell me about it. Not now, though.”
