Page 13 of Controlled Chaos

“Of course.” Clara guided the girls out of the kitchen. Porter was sitting at the table, eating a blueberry muffin by the time he heard Clara walk back inside the condo.

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” Porter shoved the last bite into his mouth and savored the blueberry flavor. Clara must have realized he needed breakfast food. Another perk.

“I know. It’s not you that I’m worried about.” There was a pensive shadow in Clara’s eyes as she moved to the window and inched back the curtain to look out. Unease cloaked the silence, following her like a long-lost friend.

“Are you expecting more company?” he asked.

“Not if I can help it,” she answered. “But we should really get moving.”

Porter rose and tossed the muffin crumbs into the trash. “Our flight doesn’t leave for a few more hours.”

“I had Fillpot cancel the flight, and he’s letting us use the jet. It’s one of the perks of me helping you and you being related.” She sighed as if the tension in her shoulders was too heavy to bear anymore.

“I travel under an alias. But you didn’t know to ask, so you’re forgiven. We now have transportation waiting at a private airfield.”

“Why do you travel under an alias? Fillpot didn’t tell me you were a spy.” Porter said.

“Because there’s a bounty on my head,” Clara said, walking out of the kitchen toward the hall. “Let’s get a move on, sunshine.”

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