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“Ethan, I’ve got Uncle Prescott on the phone,” his dad said. “Scotty, you’re on speaker.”
“Hey, bud,” Prescott said. “Are you having fun with Nana and Papa?”
“Nana, she made me nuggets and she made them all by herself! They are soooo good. And they bought me presents that I get to play with when I’m here. When are you coming to get me?”
“I’ll be there around one. Papa can show you on the clock.”
“Okay, bye.”
“We’ll see you soon, son,” his dad said before hanging up.
“Do we have time to swing by my sister’s in Reston?” Jack asked.
“We’ll stop by before we pick up Ethan,” he replied.
In his office, Prescott slid his weapon inside his ankle holster. Then, he added his shoulder holster, covering the Glock with a lightweight jacket.
“Thank you for protecting me.”
He kissed her. “Always.”
Twenty minutes later, Prescott parked in Leslie’s driveway. He lowered the windows for Loki, cut the engine, and got out.
As they made their way to the front door, Jack slid on her shades. “I’ve never had a bodyguard before. Are you round-the-clock?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I’m going to take full advantage of my situation.”
“I would expect nothing less.” He palmed her ass. “But you gotta know, I’m a giver… and then I take.”
She rang the doorbell. “I can’t wait.”
The door swung open and Lou stood there. Like every other time, he sported the knit cap, his long hair trailing down his chest. His gaze jumped from her to Prescott, then back to her.
“Hey, come on in,” Lou said.
“Is Leslie here?” Jaqueline asked as she and Prescott stepped inside.
“She had to run out. You wanna wait?”
“I don’t have time. Where’s my money?”
He ambled toward the kitchen. “She couldn’t find her checkbook, so she’s gonna transfer the money.”
She followed him, but Prescott pulled her to a stop in the foyer.
Lou was busy opening and closing kitchen drawers. “I’m looking for paper so you can write down your account number.”
Yeah, like that’s gonna happen.
“I’m not doing that,” Jacqueline said.
“No problem. I’ll call her.” Lou pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed. While he waited, he tossed Prescott a nod. “You her boyfriend?”
To Jacqueline’s surprise, Prescott didn’t answer. She glanced up at him. His face gave away nothing, but his eyes were drilling into Lou.
Lou hung up. “She’s not answering. Why don’t you text her?”
