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“Yes,” I said.
“Quite so,” Archer agreed.
“Really?”
“Yes, but you’re a distraction in a good way.”
“So I haven’t gotten in the way of the mission?”
“What? Of course not,” I replied.
“Not in the slightest,” Archer said.
“Okay. Good.” She paused. “I never want to be a distraction, in a bad way.”
“You don’t need to worry about that,” I said, kissing the back of her neck. “We only have one more day here. Then it’s over. We all get to go home.”
I meant it reassuringly, but I got the distinct impression that it only made Trish tense up more.
35
Jordy
With my head buried in Trish’s silky blonde hair, I fell asleep almost immediately. I slept more deeply than I had in a long time—the last time I slept so well was when Trish and I first spent the night together, when we accidentally woke up cuddled together. I curled closer to Trish and wrapped an arm over her, holding her close while avoiding Archer on the other side.
That’s when I realized someone else was snuggled up behind me. Slowly, I twisted to look.
Kaylee’s big brown eyes gazed back at me, totally awake.
“Sweetie? What are you doing here?”
“I had a nightmare about the bad man,” she whispered.
“Oh.”
“Is that why you two are here with Trish?” she asked. “Because she had a bad dream about him too?”
“Uh… yes. That is exactly why we are here.”
Archer must have heard some of this, because he bolted upright in bed. “Dearie! Good morning! We, uh, are having a pajama party!”
Trish stirred between us. “It would be more fun if we weren’t wearing—” She cut off as I clamped a hand over her mouth.
“Say good morning to Kaylee,” I said. “She had a bad dream. I told her you had a bad dream too, which is why we were comforting you.”
“Oh! Yes! A bad dream!”
Kaylee stretched and rolled out of bed. “I want breakfast!”
Everyone split up and we made our preparations for the morning. I showered, shaved, and then packed up my suitcase. When I walked out to the living room, Archer was all ready to go and was explaining everything to Trish.
“…will arrive at eleven o’clock to take you to the airport. The front desk will clear his credentials and send him up.”
“Okay,” Trish said.
“After yesterday, we aren’t taking any chances,” Archer went on. “Wait for him to come right to the door. He’ll escort you from the room.”
“Understood,” Trish said.
