Warren rubs his chin lightly, “Not if they wore disguises, and if one of the girls went with one of the boys, or two boys then I’m sure no one would mess with them. They could even stay next to the exit just in case.” He points out sounding proud of himself.
“Who wears a disguise?” Sam asks, peering up from her sketch.
“Now you’ve done it.” I tell Warren.
He holds his hands up, “Sorry.”
“If who wears a disguise where?” Katie repeats Sam’s question.
I plop down in my seat and take a sip of my lukewarm coffee, “Warren suggested that you all wear a disguise like I do, and then you could come to the fights with me.”
“That could work.” Katie says already planning and plotting the disguises.
I shake my head, “Not unless Sam and you wear wigs, and you would have to be covered head to t
