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Annette shook her head. "Nah. Only him."
I nodded. That seemed simple enough.
Annette looked at her watch, "Well, I have to go so I can get back home."
There were so many words that were left unsaid. But I wasn't going to keep her any longer. I didn't want to risk her safety.
"Well, it was good seeing you. Stay in touch if you need anything."
I really hoped she understood what I meant by anything. I would help her escape if I could.
Chapter 37
Spencer
It was the ass crack of the morning when our plane landed. Then again, did three a.m. even count as being part of the morning? It was more like the middle of the night. Sadly, nights like this were part of being a professional hockey player.
At least we were on a plane and not a bus. Those long bus rides were the absolute worst.
Carter was sound asleep, and Elle, our flight attendant, seemed indecisive about whether she should be the one to wake him up. Sleeping on the plane was always encouraged, and for the longer flights, it wasn't unusual for guys to take an Ambien or some other sleep medication to help with the recovery. Although, most people woke up when we started the descent.
While Carter was bound to jump, he wasn't going to be someone who took a swing at anyone. As I stood up, I said, "I got it, Elle."
She smiled and went back to tidying up the empty seats in front of me.
I shook Carter's shoulder. A cat couldn't jump higher or wilder than him, and after he gasped, he looked at me. "What?"
Trying to keep things light, I said, "The aliens landed, and they're asking for their leader."
That got a good chuckle from the fellas still on the plane while Carter just stared. He must have been deep in sleep for him to be dumbfounded. Then the comment finally registered and said, "Screw you."
I stepped aside and gave him the ushering arms, "Lead the way, mon capitaine."
He snorted, but he grabbed his black bookbag and headed off the flight.
Then I got a call, which was unusual since anyone who was awake was within shouting distance. That meant this would be some sort of an emergency situation. I just hoped that Natalie was safe. God, I couldn't bear anything happening to her.
I dug out my phone and was slightly more relieved to see it was Eric. "What's up, little man?"
"I think he might kill my mom."
Shit.
"Are you safe, and have you called the police?"
"I'm in the closet, but I haven't called them."
I weighed the options. I couldn't do nothing, but it was risky as all hell.
"All right. I need you to call them and, if you can, get the hell out of the house. I'm coming to get you and your mom."
"Okay, Mr. Spencer. I'm scared."
"I know, but it will be okay."
At least, I hoped it would be.
I wanted to get to him as quickly as possible. Thankfully, all the bags were lined up and easy to grab. Now, all I had to do was avoid the team-created traffic jam. At least it wouldn't take too long to get out, and some of the guys would be carpooling.
