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“Actually, I was going to ask if I could take him upstairs to the bathroom before we leave,” I replied, smiling sweetly. “He drank a big glass of juice at breakfast. We aren’t going to get far without a pit stop.” Boris ’s glare faded. “That’s totally reasonable.” “Yeah, I know. I’m a reasonable person.” “We’ll stop at a restaurant or something,” he said, pulling out. “I don’t want you going back upstairs. Hunter and Skid are up there now.” “Hunter and Skid?” I asked. “Those the guys you were talking to on the sidewalk? Things seemed a little tense. What was that all about?” “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “Club business. I’ll pull off when I see a good place to stop.” Predictably, Noah started begging for a kid’s meal when we stopped at a fast-food place, especially when he saw th
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