“There’s a cruiser in the vicinity. They should be here in about five minutes.” He looked around. “Mopp, I need you to do me a favor.”
“Sure, Mr. Jackson. Whatever you need. Want me to get your shotgun? The big one?” There really wasn’t one, but Mopp wanted to throw a scare into the men who had finally stopped rolling around and were staggering to their knees. They made him ashamed to be a Baptist.
“Thanks for the offer, but that won’t be necessary. I don’t want Tad and Rush to find out about this. It’s the last thing they need on their wedding day. Make sure they don’t come out here. Better yet, make sure they stay in their room.”
Mopp turned bright scarlet. “Um… I don’t think that will be a problem.”
Mr. Jackson looked amused. “Practicing for their honeymoon, are they?”
Mopp ducked
