Seventeen
It shouldn’t have surprised Hannah how fast the Bakers could assemble—or in this case—reassemble. After the past week, nothing should surprise her. But she was still surprised. Of course, it was late. No traffic. Bet there’d be some red-light tickets in the mail next month though.
What wasn’t a surprise—after the bulk of the Bakers followed Ingrid to her new room—leaving she, Ferris and Zach alone with Alex, Ben and Frank in the mess of the old room was that her brothers looked to Zach for an explanation. She got a kick out of their shock when Zach waved them toward her. Ferris might have hid a grin.
“I think you’ll find she’s the one with the answers.”
Three sets of eyes regarded her skeptically.
“If you had information—” No surprise it was Frank who turned a bit pompous.
