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“I know where she went.” Angela took a breath. “Will you take me there?”
“Of course.”
“I don’t want to go,” Jack said at once. “I can’t.” The oven timer went off and she’d never seen him look so relieved. “Because of the pudding.”
“It’s fine.”
“I’m not going, either. I might actually kill her. Kill her for real, not ‘kill her but not really and then sit in jail for a decade’ kill her,” Archer said.
“You guys stay here and keep Jack company, okay?” She was amazed when uncharacteristicly quiet nods were the only response. A hundred years ago, she would have loved the deference. Now it looked wrong. Felt wrong.
“Felt wrong.” Oh, boy, that was putting it mildly.
She pulled a Kleenex from her purse, handed it to Jack, watched him wipe his eyes. “I’ll go take care of this.”
He sniffed and looked up at her. “How?”
“I don’t know.”
I might kill her, too, Archer. For putting that look on Jack’s face, if nothing else.
“Let’s go,” she said, and Jason was right behind her.
