He nodded to Stone and Dino, then said to Seth, “Luggage?”
“In the back.”
“I need to check it.”
Seth hopped out and opened the back of the station wagon. The man ran a wand over the bags, then said loud enough for Stone and Dino to hear him over the rain, “I need to look inside them.”
“Is that really necessary?” Stone asked.
“It is if you want to go to the house.”
“But it’smyhouse.”
“I don’t make the rules, sir. I just enforce them.”
“Let the man with the gun do what he wants,” Dino said.
Stone grimaced. “Oh, all right. Go ahead.”
A couple minutes later, the man in black said, “You’re good to go.”
“Gee, thanks,” Stone grumbled as Seth shut the back.
“Stop grumbling,” Dino said.
“I’m not grumbling.”
“Then what would you call it?”
“Quietly expressing my annoyance?”
“Not as quietly as you think.”
Seth got back behind the wheel and drove them the rest of the way to the house.
Inside, they found Felicity, Carly, and Jillian sitting at the dining table.
“What a nice surprise,” Felicity said, upon seeing them.
“Have any of you moved from there since we were here last?” Stone asked.
“What a ridiculous question,” Carly said. “Of course we have.”
Stone stopped himself from telling her he wasn’t being serious, and instead said, “Sorry, Carly. You’re right.”
“I know I am.”
Felicity stood, walked over, and then gave each a hug. “How long are you staying?”
“Until Sunday, unless that’s a problem,” Stone said.
“Not at all. Glad to have you.”
Stone glanced at Dino. “Why do I feel like I’m a guest in my own house?”
“Don’t ask me,” Dino said. “I always feel like a guest here.”
“I suppose this means Jillian and I have to move,” Carly said.
