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Breely gave him a brief nod. “Then I choose Moe and his team of Brotherhood Protectors.”
Moe drew in a deep breath and let it out. For a moment there, he thought she might choose to hire someone altogether different than him.
Breely held out her hand to him. “Do we have a deal?”
“Deal.” He gripped her hand, surprised at the firmness of her handshake.
Breely turned back to her father, her face softening. “Let Mom know I miss her. I’ll be home for a visit soon.”
“Please do that.” The big man opened his arms.
Breely stepped into them. “I love you, Daddy, but sometimes, you’re overbearing.”
He stroked her hair. “You give as good as you get, baby. That’s my girl.”
Breely stepped back, letting his arms drop to his sides. “Now, get home to mom. I bet she’s beside herself worrying.”
Her father shook his head. “I didn’t tell her about your disappearance. She thinks I’m checking on one of my businesses in Denver.”
Breely grinned, lighting up the room with her smile. “She’s not as gullible as you think she is,” she warned.
“I know.” Her father leaned down to press a kiss on his daughter’s forehead. “I love how smart your mother is.”
“She hates when you go to South America, especially when you go to Venezuela,” Breely said.
He nodded. “You know how I feel about our work there.”
“I know. Hopefully, we’re making a difference with the families we’re helping.” She hugged her father. “Now. You need to go home and let Mom know I’m okay and that I’ve got a bodyguard looking out for me. We’ll be back in Bozeman in a few hours.”
Her father gripped her arms and stared down into her eyes. “And then West Yellowstone?”
She grimaced. “I guess. It makes me mad that I have to move when I was just getting settled in.”
“You liked being a waitress?” he asked.
She grinned. “Actually, I did. I was with people.”
Her father’s brow furrowed. “And we’re not people at home?”
“You know how I feel. I won’t be held prisoner. I need to be out in the real world, not wrapped in a bubble. I’d rather be kidnapped, shot and killed than locked away for the rest of my life.”
Moe understood the need to be free.
“Don’t wish yourself dead, sweetheart. If freedom is what you need, just be careful. And don’t lose sight of those protecting you. If you can’t see them, they can’t see you.” He chucked her beneath the chin. “Don’t take too long to come for a visit. Your mother has been so sad since you left.”
“Get her a puppy,” Breely suggested. “That’s what most empty-nesters do.”
“We have dogs on the ranch.”
Breely shook her head. “Get her a little dog. One that will look like a puppy all its life. A chihuahua, toy poodle or a Yorkie. Mom needs to be needed.” She lifted her chin. “I couldn’t live at home forever. It was past time for me to move on.”
Her father nodded. “I don’t like it, but I respect your determination. Just keep me in the loop.”
“I will,” Breely opened the door. “Now, go. We’re supposed to check out…when did you say?” She turned to Moe.
He glanced at his watch. “Five minutes ago.”
Mr. Brantt stepped through the door. “In the loop,” he reiterated.
