"May as well go with Roark. It's not like I can do much to help you." Dash held up his phone. "And I can draft the press releases on the go."
"You ready now?" Roark asked Dash. "I want to be downstairs before they leave the suite."
"Yep. We can all head down together." Dash tipped his head toward Keaton. "Are we all coming back for dinner or just Maryn?" he asked Jack.
"If you want to join us you can, but you need to be careful what you say."
"Might be best if it's just me," Maryn added. "We can say it's a family getting to know you dinner."
"You up for running us to the airport after?" he asked his sister.
"Sure. Can I keep your car for the week?" She grinned.
He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, it probably needs a good run anyway."
Roark snorted.
"What's that for?" Jack asked.
"Pretty sure Maryn runs it regularly enough to stop anything from seizing."
"Really? And the Tesla?"
His sister blushed. "I may have been running all your cars regularly while you've been gone."
Jack laughed. "Of course, you have."
"They're just sitting in the garage otherwise, and I need to drive to the office every day. I may as well take a different car every other week."
He shook his head. She had her own vehicles. He knew because he'd bought her one of them and their grandfather had given her the other. Although before he'd moved to Sunnyville he had on occasion taken one of her cars for a drive. "Fine with me. It's not like I'm using them."
Maryn grinned. "Except to drive through the tunnel of love of course."
Jack sobered. "Lys and Penny think it's a rental."
Maryn mimed zipping her lips and tossing the key.
"On that note, we're out of here," Roark said. "I'll keep you updated."
Jack nodded. He didn't expect anything less from his friend and Townsend's head of security. With Roark and Dash following the three women who meant the world to him, he'd have peace of mind about their safety and be able to take his nap without worry.
Because of the men he thought of as family, it was one concern he didn't need to shoulder.
Good thing. He had far too many others to stress over.
Starting with when he should tell Lys he was the billionaire heir to the Townsend Group.
6
"Ah, Jack? You missed the turn off." Alyssa twisted in her seat. "You should have turned back there for Maz's."
"Maz's? We're going to work."
She stared at Jack, mouth agape. "No. We're going to pick up my car from Maz's where I left it Saturday night."
"Why?" He kept his eyes on the road, didn't glance her way at all.
"Because we are not going to show up at work together."
