“Are you going to say anything but various versions of ‘not yet’?”
“How about this? When I’m ready, I will. Be at the station at nine.”
“One,” I say.
“Ten,” he counters.
“Two,” I say.
“You really are a fucking prick.”
“I am,” I say. “Which is why you’d prefer me with sleep and a good attitude.”
He laughs. “Noon.”
“Compromise,” I say. “I’ll take it.”
“Now you owe me one,” he says, hanging up, and I have one thought backed up by a gut feeling that never fails me. This is a setup of some sort. I have a target on my chest and if Lori is by my side, she does, too. I won’t let that happen which means I have decisions to make and things to do, now, before lift-off.