Thirty minutes later, Deacon and I left the house in Anna’s car. I suggested someplace classy, like the LA Regis, but Deacon turned me down.
“Those places don’t have the best security,” he said. “And that’s exactly where someone’s going to look for you first.” He sighed and ran a hand through his cowlicked hair. “We’re going to have to go somewhere cheap.”
“Like a Holiday Inn?”
Deacon chuckled. “Baby, I wish,” he said. “No. I mean like a motel outside of town.”
I groaned. “Oh my God, no, we’re going to get bedbugs if we go there,” I whined. “I can’t! Those places are so gross.”
Deacon sighed. “I know it sucks,” he said calmly. “But you’ve gotta stay calm and suck it up for now. We can order pizza,” he added. “Does that make it sound better?”
I pouted. “No,” I said. “Deacon, do we hav
