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“Hey, little man,” she cooed as she leaned over the crib, “guess what we’re going to do?”
The look he gave her—mouth down-curved, eyes scrunched—said that he didn’t much care. Rachel plucked a soft plastic teething ring from the foot of the crib and held it out. The baby’s plump fingers closed around the ring and brought it to his mouth.
Good.
She’d bought a few minutes of peace. That was all she needed.
Her suitcase was in the rear of the closet. She took the case out, tossed it on the bed and unzipped it.
Okay.
She packed another pair of jeans. A handful of Ts. Bras. Panties. Socks. A sweater. A zippered hoodie. It all went into the suitcase.
“Ta-da,” she told Ethan, still chomping on the brightly colored teething ring. “See how quick that was? Now it’s your turn. Any thoughts about what you feel like wearing for our trip? You mean I didn’t tell you the surprise? We’re going traveling. Doesn’t that sound exciting?”
The baby made a rude sound.
“Okay. Maybe not.” Rachel pulled open the drawers that held Ethan’s clothes. Sleepers. Onesies. Socks. Tiny shirts and sweaters, a pair of grown-up-looking overalls she hadn’t been able to resist. “I admit I used to hate it when Mama told me we were going on a trip. She’d take us out of school, Suki and me, just when we’d finally settled in.” What else? Diapers, of course. A couple of crib blankets. “Well, I’ll never do that to you, little guy. I promise.” What was she forgetting? Ah. Formula. Bottles. Little jars of strained fruits and veggies. A quick detour to the kitchen, then back to the bedroom. “I’ll find us a place where we can settle down and have a garden and maybe even a kitten.”
Rachel paused.
Was that even anywhere near true?
Her mother had run from bill collectors and scandal, but somehow or other those things had always managed to find her anyway.
This was different.
She was running from a prince with the resources of the world at his fingertips.
Rachel shuddered. She wasn’t going to think about that now.
Other things were more vital.
Should she head for the airport and blow a stack of cash on a plane ticket, or head for the bus terminal and the first bus out of town?
No contest.
The airport.
She could get away faster and farther, and speed and distance were of paramount importance.
She’d put half her money on a ticket to wherever, half in reserve for when she and Ethan got there. She had a credit card, too. It was pristine; she’d kept it for emergencies and if this wasn’t an emergency, what was?
She’d go as far from Vegas and Rami’s brother as that combination of cash and credit would take her. San Francisco, maybe. Or Biloxi, where there were riverboat casinos.
Then she’d get a room, a cheap one, and give herself a couple of days to figure out her next step.
“Ffft,” Ethan said.
