That last part was for Woody. The message was clear; object and we'd leave without him.
"I guess I can conduct my consultations via Zoom," Leif said. "Ohh, I bet I could wrangle us an invitation to some of the more exclusive Christmas parties down there. That could be fun."
Forrest considered for a moment before he nodded. "Good idea. Pack appropriate clothes."
"Lucky you had some delivered," Savannah whispered loudly to me.
"I know, right?" I agreed. I'd bought enough to fill a decent-sized wardrobe with shoes and clothes.
"I'm going to need to order a suitcase." Maybe two of them.
"Oh, good idea," Savannah agreed.
We both picked up our phones and started to place the order according to the app. They should be delivered right before weleft, which would give me time to organize what I was going to pack.
"How long do you think we're going for, a month?" Woody asked. "All I need is a couple of shirts, a pair of jeans, maybe some underwear."
"Don't forget socks," Leif said.
"Right, socks," Woody agreed. "All of that will fit in a small backpack."
I gave him the side-eye. "Who do you think I am? I need more than what'll fit in a backpack."
Honestly, a backpack would be plenty, but I suspected we'd be gone longer than Woody thought. I'd rather take more than have to buy anything else.
The fashion industry was a big drain on resources as it was without me being frivolous. If it took up more room in the car, at least it was good for the environment. Besides, I hadn't even taken the tags off half the things.
"Also, you'll need a suit, and that won't fit in a backpack," I pointed out, making Woody glare at me.
I smiled sweetly. He really did look good in a suit. All three of them did. Seeing them like that again might make all of this worth it. Unless we ended up dead, then it definitely wouldn't be worth it.
"I should get started," I said, pushing myself up off the couch.
"I'll help you, then you can help me," Savannah suggested.
"Good idea."
We headed into Forrest's room, where I'd appropriated a large chunk of the wardrobe. It was big enough I hadn't had to move any of his things aside.
Yet.
"Are you really sure this is a good idea?" Savannah started to pull out sweaters and fold them neatly to put in a pile on the bed.
"Forest seems to think so," I said. "I know it sounds risky, but if we don't do something, we're going to spend the rest of our lives locked up in here. This is a nice place, but I like some sunshine once in a while, a fresh, warm pretzel and a walk in the park. Going to a concert. Or a hockey game."
"Since when are you into hockey?" She started to place socks beside the sweaters.
"Since the guys took me to a game," I said. "Leif's brother plays for the New York Rooks."
She stared at me for a moment, squinting. "Leif's brother is Mikko Larsen?"
"The one and only." I shrugged and placed carefully folded jeans beside the sweaters.
"I think I'm looking forward to being locked in with him," she said, with a sly smile.
"You're suddenly a fan?" I teased.
"I've seen Mikko Larsen." She grinned. "I mean, the guy is all kinds of hot. I bet anything he has a big dick and knows how to use it."
