Chapter 8
“Whatever. Do you think he’d mind if I fixed us breakfast?”
“Probably not. Oh, don’t try going outside. It’ll—”
“Make a racket when the alarm goes off. I’m not stupid, you know.”
Rory patted her head. “I know you’re not.”
“Stop that,” she grumbled.
They were in the kitchen by then. It didn’t take long for her to make scrambled eggs while Rory fixed toast, which they ate at the kitchen table.
“Are we going to stay here?” Molly asked after she finished.
“For starters, he hasn’t asked us to,” Rory replied.
“But he will. He wants to help us.”
“How can he? He’s an author, not some…what did he kid about? Being a secret agent?”
“Uh-huh.” She began clearing the table. “I don’t care what he said, he knew those men.”
“Yeah, I think he did. I don’t get why he didn’t admit it.”
“Because he wants to keep us safe, I bet. If he said he did, we wouldn’t have come with him.”