Page 90 of Nobody's Fool

Molly is waiting for me, and I fill her in on my encounter with Scraggly Dude. When I finish, I say to her, “I have something of a plan.”

“For?”

“For us.”

“I’m all ears.”

“I have a class tonight. Early. And then I need to drive up to see Thomas Belmond.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t like the idea of leaving you and Henry alone, so I invited my father over.”

Molly arches an eyebrow. “Seriously? Your father?”

“Just until I get back.”

“You invited your father because you’re worried about us.”

“Yes.”

“And what, pray tell, do you think your father is going to be able to do? Like, if that guy comes back, is your father going to fight him off? Your father, Sami. He can’t fight his way out of a wet paper bag.”

“Fair point,” I say.

“Luckily your son and I love having your dad over anyway.”

“But I should probably get someone to watch the place. Maybe I’ll ask Marty to park in front or something.”

“We’ll be fine. We will stay in.”

I think about that.

“You said you have something of a plan,” Molly says.

“Yes.”

“Was the plan having your father defend us?”

“No,” I say with a smile. “The plan is brilliant.”

She arches an eyebrow. I love when she does that. “Do tell.”

“We pack suitcases,” I say.

“Oooh, go on.”

“For you, me, and Henry.”

“We’re going on a trip?”

“We are,” I say. “We leave tomorrow night.”

“And where are we going?”

My smile widens. “The Costa del Sol of Spain.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

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