he said, sitting down on the end of the bed. “You’re not coming with us.” I didn’t look at him, instead searching for a pair of thick, wool socks to slip over Eve’s feet while we traveled. She might say the cold didn’t bother her, but the mother in me wouldn’t let her make that call. “What do you mean I’m not coming with you?” His eyes narrowed. “Of course I am.”“We don’t have time to make all the arrangements it would take for you to come with us.” I zipped up the main pouch, looking around the room for anything I might be missing that we couldn’t pick up along the way. “I told you my bag is packed and ready to go.”“Parker, you have the club. You can’t take off in the middle of the night, people are depending on you. Plus, after we get to where we’re going, I can’t let you call back here to manage it. Any contact with people here could lead him right to us.” He caught hold of my hand, eyes hardening in anger. “Fuck the club, you’re my family. I’m not letting you go out there alone.”We wouldn’t be alone, but it seemed like a bad time to bring that up. “It won’t be for long. Take the time you need to hire a manager or whatever and I’ll contact you when I can.”“Mercy, you’re not listening to me. I don’t care about the club, I’m coming with you.”I gave his hand a squeeze, torn between love and duty. “I can’t take you with me. We’re not getting in the car and driving to Mexico like fugitives. We’re not taking a plane, or a train. The only way to do this is to leave absolutely no trail behind and I have to make Evie my top priority right now. I’ll come back for you, I promise.”“Fine, then at least tell me where you’re going.”I shook my head, it was a bad idea on many levels. “I don’t know what Adam has in mind.”“Why does he get to go?” A petulant note crept into his voice and my anger returned sharpened for battle. “You know exactly why. And if you make another crack like you did downstairs, I swear to God, I’ll…”
