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She sighed contently and planted her arms over the sleeping bag. “I think I want a sea otter for my birthday.”
I grinned. “Where would we keep it?”
“Uncle Ellie’s pool,” she snickered.
I snorted under my breath.
The man had moved in to his new ranch mere days ago, and Blake had managed to mention he had a pool at least a dozen times.
“How many things do you have on your wish list at this point?” I asked.
“Like, twenty-seven.”
I rumbled a laugh. “Narrow it down to five, thanks.”
“Okay, five sea otters.”
I cracked up.
* * *
Ithrew on my backpack on the way out, and I jogged down the steps with Elliott close behind me.
“The Tenleys in the first SUV, Joel and I are with Mercier and Crew,” he instructed.
It felt like a scene from a movie to see two SUVs waiting for us on the tarmac of the private airfield north of Barcelona. But in a shitty Hollywood movie, they’d be black with tinted windows. These didn’t stand out in a crowd—or a parking lot. Elliott tossed me the keys and nodded at the silver SUV; he was on the phone with Darius, and the Tenleys headed for the red vehicle. Except for Reese. He spoke to the only man present, and he didn’t look like a guard employed here. He wore a suit and spoke English. Either he was a Hillcroft operative or someone they knew.
Crew jogged up alongside me. “Hi. I drive.”
“There’s no use in arguing with him.” Mercier sounded like he spoke from experience.
Crew made a gimme-motion at the keys.
All right. I handed them over. I couldn’t say I cared about who drove.
After we’d tossed our bags in the back, Crew got in behind the wheel, and I ducked into the back seat with Elliott. Once Mercier was seated next to Crew, we were off.
“We wanna get on the E-15 going south, then follow the signs for Terrassa and Manresa,” Elliott ordered. “The E-9 will take us to Andorra.”
“Got it,” Crew replied.
He tore out of the spot and seemed to know exactly where we were going. Where to turn, which signs to follow to get us out of the private airfield, then onto the road heading toward Barcelona. Logistics weren’t my forte. I was always transported by others to get where they needed me.
I scratched my ear.
“Yeah, we’re on our way now,” Elliott was saying. “ETA two hours. Did you manage to put a tracker on their cars?”
Crew sped up as soon as we reached the highway, and speed limits seemed to be more of a suggestion in his world.
I didn’t mind. The sooner we got there…
“Remember what we said about speeding, sweetheart?” Mercier gripped the bar above the door on his side.
I smirked to myself.
“Yeah, it gets us places quicker,” Crew replied. He checked the rearview. “Step on it, Tenley. My grandma drives faster than that.”
“I just had to get hooked on a New Yorker,” Mercier sighed.
