Part 2433 – “Count Me In.”

Preyuna led them down the stairs. She struggled with keeping a straight face.

This is too easy! Who would have guessed that Ambrose Smith could be duped so easily? Mark will be pleased. He’ll let me go home. After I capture Ambrose Smith for him, he’ll gladly let me go home.

Or he won’t. There’s always that possibility that he won’t. But I would be a fool not to try.

I want to go home.

She glanced at Ambrose. “Still being so quiet. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that you’re shy.”

“Ha.” he said. “I’m being cautious.”

Not cautious enough. You know that this is a trap. You should have grabbed your little human’s hand and run away. That’s what anyone with any sense would do. Unless you have some trick up your sleeve.

“You’re being quiet as well.” Ambrose’s gaze lingered on her. And it was not a flirty kind of gaze.

Because I am being cautious as well. I don’t want to say my say yet. Don’t want to spoil the game. 

“Because I am tired. Mark Caten is an exhausting person to live with every single day.”

Careful! Don’t reveal too much. Keep it light. Don’t let him see that hatred. Don’t give him any reason to search my memories and thoughts.

“But I’m sure you already know that.”

“I do.” Ambrose sighed.

They reached the bottom of the staircase.

The doorbell rang. Preyuna winced.

I could ignore it. But if it’s him. What if it’s him? 

She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I’m going to see who that is before they wake the entire household. Stay here. Wait for me.”

Ambrose smiled — a very neutral smile. “Of course.”

Something about his smile unsettled her.

He isn’t going to stay put, is he? But what does it matter? He won’t find Robin, no matter how hard he tries. So, he can search all that he wants.

She smiled in return. It totally beat his smile for pure neutrality. “I will return. Shortly.” She turned and headed up the stairs.

*******

Ambrose waited for Preyuna to reach the top of the stairs and walk through the doorway. She turned the corner and disappeared from sight. He mentally counted to forty.

She didn’t return.

“How are you feeling, kitten?” Barbara asked. “Still nervous?”

“Yeah. It still feels like a trap to me. I keep waiting for it to snap shut on us.” He turned to her and took her hands. “Now, all that said, here is a fascinating dilemma. We can either stand around and wait for her return and see how many ways she can muck with our minds before she traps us.”

“Or?” Barbara asked.

“Or we could sneak off and do our own snooping.”

She giggled. “Oh, I wonder which one you’re going to go with.”

“Guess.”

“Hmmm. Oh, it must be the wait around for her return.”

“Ha!” He kissed her. “You outrageous brat.”

She giggled again.

“Here’s hoping we can finish our investigations and be back here before she returns.”

“Hm. Sounds like a challenge to me.” She grinned. “Count me in.”

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