“That’s not reassuring.”
“It’s not supposed to be,” he said. “It’s supposed to be worth it.”
She exhaled slowly, caught between instinct and something far more dangerous.
Trust.
“Three days,” she said finally.
“Three days,” he confirmed.
“And nothing… complicated.”
His expression softened.
“Nothing you’re not ready for, and your own bed to sleep in, scouts honor.”
He raised his right hand, three fingers up with his thumb holding down the little finger.
“You think that Boy Scout Sign is gonna work again?”
His head bobbed with great anticipation.
“I sure hope so.”
That was enough.
For now.
“Okay,” she buckled.
The limousine arrived the next morning.
Randi stared at it through her front window for a full ten seconds before opening the door.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered.
The driver stepped out, opening the rear door with quiet efficiency.
“Dr. Clay sent me, ma’am.”
Of course he did.
She hesitated only a moment before handing him her suitcase and stepping inside.
The drive didn’t take her where she expected.
When the car turned toward a private tarmac, her suspicion sharpened into something closer to disbelief.
“Brew,” she said the moment she stepped out and saw him waiting.
He smiled, completely unapologetic.
“What?”
“You didn’t mention a plane.”
“I didn’t want you to say no before you saw it.”
