This was going to take some planning.
I said, “This will be a good way to meet people. Find out what’s going on in the rest of the world, you know?”
“Another quest,” Ben said. “No—you’re past quest and into crusade, aren’t you?”
I glared. “Is there a problem with that?”
He grabbed my hand, kissing it, melting the argument away. “No problem at all. It’s what makes you you.”
Cormac was scratching his chin.
“What?” I asked.
“Would being a convicted felon keep me from getting a passport?”
“You want to come along?” I said.
He shrugged and looked at his beer. “Amelia wants to go home.”
Ben pursed his lips. “I’ll look into it, see what we can do.”
“What about you?” I asked him. “Are you okay with this?”
“If you’re going, I’m going. You don’t have to ask,” Ben said.
My heart actually may have skipped a beat at that. He said it so decisively, it really meant I love you.
“Besides,” Cormac said. “It’ll take both of us to keep you out of trouble.”
“It’s a scientific conference, what could go wrong?” I said. They rolled their eyes at me as if to say, really?
Well, we’d just have to find out which of us was right, wouldn’t we?