Chapter 60

The shorts and t-shirt I had worn into town were the only things in my suitcase that I had not had stolen by an angry mob, stuffed into an airport trash can, or sold out of the trunk of the car in the parking lot of a gas station, and so I had little to pack. Hitting the road was, for me, a matter of rolling out of bed, pouring a cup of coffee, and kissing a few cheeks. Mikey had a few boxes and two huge suitcases, and I stood on the porch and let his new husband worry about packing the car. I was waiting for the all aboard when Bob-Gunnar came out onto the porch and walked up behind me. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me against him. “It was amazing having you here, Fox,” he rumbled into my ear.

I turned to face him and put my arms around him, too, as best I could. “Thanks for everything, Bob-Gunnar. I thought waiting for this car would be the most hellish week of my life, and you made it one of the best.”