Chapter 18
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"We should figure out how you're going to explain Mr. McCarty here, though."
"What do you mean?" Mac responded.
James pursed his lips. "Well, the media are going to start asking questions about the mysterious older man that was seen leaving the airport with us yesterday. In fact," he mused, "I'm almost shocked that they haven't yet."
Bella chewed on her bottom, deep in thought. "Well, I figured we could either pass him off as a bodyguard or tell the truth that he's family."
"I think it'd probably be best to go with the bodyguard angle for the moment." He paused, before nodding. "Actually, the more I think about it, the more I say we just don't say anything and let them assume."
Bella's lips curved into a devious smile. "You know what they say about assuming, James."
His brow furrowed in confusion. "No, what?"
"You make an ass out of u and me."
He rolled his eyes. "Very mature, Iz."
She stuck out her tongue. "You're just jealous you didn't think of it first."
"Okay, children," Mac broke in, "do I need to separate you two?"
