He chuckled. “Yes, boss.”
“I like it when you call me boss,” I said, possibly flirting.
“You’re playing with fire.”
I wasn’t sure exactly what that was in reference to.
Tyson paused again. “I’m going to make some calls. Ditch your phone, grab the cash from your bug-out bag, and get somewhere secure. Make sure you’re not followed, and call me when you’re situated.”
“The entire media is waiting for me on the dock.”
“All the more reason to get off the grid.”
“I can stay with Olivia.”
“No. Too easy to locate. And you’d just make her a target.”
“Nothing is going to happen to me with camera crews around. Maybe they are a blessing in disguise.” I was rethinking my anxiety about them.
“You’re not thinking about staying aboard your boat, are you?”
I hesitated. “I’ll call you and let you know where I land.”
There was a long pause. He wasn’t happy about the situation and his inability to protect me at the moment. That much was obvious. He was a born protector, and it must have been frustrating for him to be on the other side of the world.
“Stay safe and keep in touch,” he said.
“I will.”
“I’ve got half a mind to come back.”
“Don’t. I can handle myself.”
“I wouldn’t argue that with the old Savannah. But you’re not quite yourself.”
“I’m getting there. You should have seen me in jail last night. I ran that place.”
He laughed. “I bet. Try to stay out of there from here on out.”
“I’ll do my best.”
I ended the call and dialed Olivia.
“Oh, my God! I’ve been worried sick about you. Why didn’t you call me? You’re all over the news.”
“I know. They’re all outside now.”
“Where are you?”
I told her.
“You want me to come over?”
“I don’t think I’m a good person to be around right now. You don’t want any part of my life rubbing off on you.”
Olivia laughed. “Shit, girl. You could use some of my mojo.” She had it to spare. “Are you okay?”
“Relatively speaking, yes, I’m fine.”