whatever. They needed to know why she’d disappeared off the
face of the planet. She didn’t go out very often and she was
busy with school, but she was social enough on the weekends
and she didn’t usually decline their invites to go out for dinner
or catch a movie or get an evening coffee.
“I’d have to clear it with Miss Finley,” Snake said. “I can go
ask her now.”
“Please do. I’d like to go out for a few hours, from nine
until eleven or twelve, if you need to be specific. Also, the
mall downtown. I need new bras. And some tampons. I’m sure
they have one of those random retail health and beauty stores
that sells cosmetics and has a pharmacy attached.” She
watched Snake’s face flush hotly. He was totally unflappable
until it came to lady products. Good to know.
Jean practically choked from the sink, and rattled dishes to
hide the noise he made. Haley had to duck over her bowl and
stuff oatmeal into her mouth to keep from giggling. She’d
come fully stocked with everything she needed, but Snake
didn’t know that. The one thing he hadn’t done was snoop
through her bags, thank God.
“I’ll be right back.” Snake heaved his big body out of the
chair. He picked up his bowl, cleaned it out quickly, hoovering
food faster than any human should be capable of, then handed
his dish off to Jean and ran for the kitchen door. He basically
defined brick shit house, always in jeans and a black t-shirt
and combat boots, which must have been the official
bodyguard footwear code, but damn could he move fast.
Haley waited. And waited. She finished eating. Took her
bowl to Jean as well. Still waited, hovering around the kitchen.
Finally, Snake was back. He grunted out something that