“How about a trace of a key?” I asked, a scowl on my face.
He shook his head, but still his grin remained. “Have you forgotten something, Blake?”
I paused and thought it over. Suddenly, I latched on to what he was getting at, and my grin matched his, that frown of mine moving in the opposite direction. “You’re a mechanic. Tops in your class.”
He tilted his head. “How did you know that?” Then he shrugged. “Never mind. But yes. And I don’t need a key, so hide the Winnebago and then hop on. Sooner we get out of here, the sooner we get our friends back.”
And still my grin remained. At hearing him say friends. So at least I’d succeeded in something, as of late. Not that having your boyfriend, grandfather, and bodyguard kidnapped was a success, I know, but I was looking at his remark as one
