Page 57 of Putting Out
“Nothing like a good nip.”
This had everyone chuckling. All were assured that Grams was well recovered from her shock.
“It’s settled,” Reilly announced. “I’m heading back to Windermere. Odie, you’re going to have to pack up all your equipment. Sorry about that, but…”
“No problem. We’ll be packed up and on the road today. Should meet you down there in about a day or two.”
“Wait,” Luke interjected. “I think that’s a mistake. I agree it makes sense to get out of Little Creek. You stand out like a pineapple among a field of corn in this town, but going to your place, where everyone will be able to find you easily, doesn’t make sense, either. You need someplace where you can train and be as far out of the spotlight as possible.”
“Ideas?” Kenny prompted.
“One,” Luke answered. “My place in Savannah.”
“You have a place in Savannah, Georgia?” Reilly asked, stunned Luke had homes in cities she wasn’t aware of. It seemed wrong. That there was a part of his life she wasn’t aware of and didn’t have access to. Like he wasn’t supposed to move on without her only that didn’t make sense if they weren’t a couple.
“On Skidaway Island. I bought it a couple of months ago. So that should work to our advantage.”
“Guess that means we’re going to Savan-nah,” Odie drawled. “I’ll let Pierce know and then we’ll get cracking.”
“I’m going to call Erica. Let her know we’re headed out.” Kenny jogged up the steps passing Odie as he did.
“I guess I have to pack, too.” Reilly shrugged.
“Be quick about it. Hopefully, we can get a flight out today.” Luke reached for his cell phone to start making arrangements. “It’s time to take this show on the road.”
