“Babe, I am. I’m good,” he assured.
“That was?—”
“Closure.”
I didn’t have a lot of light to see him, but what I could see, not to mention feel coming from him, was that he seemed impossibly…
Chill.
Maybe it was closure.
“You good?” he asked me.
“Peachy,” I replied.
“That was intense, honey,” he noted.
“It’s also over,” I stated.
Knox waited a beat, and I knew he was checking me out in the dim light too.
He must have approved of what he saw because he said, “I called and Raye took Jacques out.”
I stared.
“We’ll order a pizza or something when we get closer to Phoenix,” he carried on.
“I could eat,” Gabe put in. “Let’s swing through a drive thru.”
“What’s the consensus?” Cap asked.
Gabe pulled out his phone. “Let me look at what’s close.”
We decided on Sonic because the menu was acceptably varied.
I was down with this because I suddenly craved a cherry limeade.
I was munching my chili cheese dog and Knox and I were sharing mozzarella sticks when I asked, “How many of the guys came with you?”
“All of them, save Jacob, Moses and Cody,” Knox answered.
“All?”
“Babe.”
I looked to my guy.
“That’s how you storm a warehouse,” he educated me. “You don’t go in alone and wait for them to rush you. You use a diversionary tactic to confuse and scatter them. Make noise and fire rounds to freak them when you breach. Then you pick ’em off while they try to position or flee.”
It was just then that I realized what had played out in that warehouse was somewhat like what played out in that spy show we watched over a year ago.
As such, I burst out laughing so hard, I lost some chili off my dog.
I was still doing this when Knox informed his buds, “She’d disarmed and neutralized Dad before I even got up there.”
And damn.
He was so totally bragging.
