“Do we need everyone?” he asked. “Can’t we leave Poe and Gamble here? Dakota isn’t necessary either. He can babysit the two and make sure they get back to the country.”
She contemplated it.
In her head, she was running the statistics, trying to see how many of them they needed. With Gene in Utah, and if he would help out, they would be fine. Four Hunters were a handful of trouble.
Finally, she clued him in.
“I mean, you, me, and Zayn should be good. We can use Gene, and Elizabeth has Marines.”
He knew who would be happy to hear that.
“Let’s let the lovebirds make a baby,” he said, laughing. “Or at least keep trying until they wear themselves out.”
At his comment, the door opened.
“I heard that, jackass,” Gamble stated. “Just because your little legs can’t get you up Mount Saint Maura, doesn’t mean we all have the same problem.”
Jagger pointed.
“I. AM. NOT. SHORT.”
Yeah, said every short person.
To cut that off at the pass, Maura opted to offer them a break.
“We don’t need you or Dakota for this. You guys can stay here. Have a little honeymoon.”
He lifted a brow.
She’d better not be kidding.
“Really?”
She nodded.
“Finish up romancing your man, and get yourselves and Dakota back toNOLAby the time we wrap this up. We’re taking the playboy and Zayn. Can you do that?”
He nodded.
“We can.”
At that exact moment, Poe stuck his head out and smiled at them.
“So, we get to go back to bed?” he asked.
That was amusing.
“Yeah, Poe. Have at him,” Jagger offered.
And before Gamble could say a word, he was pulled inside the room, and the door was slammed. They even heard the lock turn.
Well, someone was getting manhandled.
Lucky Gamble.
Downstairs, it didn’t take long for Zayn and Rogue to appear. Both had their travel gear and equipment.
“And here I was having fun staying in a castle,” Rogue said. “I should buy one.”
