Elyssa joins us and takes the baby back. The moment her hands are free, Charity flips me the bird.
Smirking, I adjust Murray slightly, ignoring the growing ache in my shoulder as I guide us back onto the main road and come to a halt behind a manicured hedge.
This street is relatively quiet, but I don’t want to linger in the open any longer than necessary. You never know who’s watching you in the Las Vegas night.
“What are we waiting for?” Charity asks when I stop walking.
“My ride.”
I drop Murray roughly to the ground and crack my back, thankful to be rid of the fucker for at least a few moments.
“Our ride,” she corrects quickly, as though to remind me that I’ve committed to taking them along.
I’m about to make some flippant comment, but I take one look at Elyssa and stop myself. Sh
