“How young is young?”
“She’s about twenty-five, I believe. And Abberley is at least three times her age.”
“Well, your uncle married a woman young enough to be his granddaughter. Either the marriage will last, or it won’t. So what’s got you bent out of shape?”
“I’m not—” Well, yes, truthfully, I was. “I’ll be home in Alexandria, but you’ll be in Los Angeles.” When had Mark become such a necessity in my life?
“That’s no big deal.” He continued before I had a chance to wonder if I should feel hurt. “You’ve got the time off, don’t you? Fly on out to LA. We can be Spike’s bodyguards, and afterward I’ll take you to Disneyland and hold your hand in the Haunted Mansion.”
“Would you really?”
“You bet your ass.”
“You’re too kind.”
“Hey, gotta keep my guy safe, don’t I?”
“Thank you, Mark.”
