Page 39 of Property of Bob

I stared at him. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

Relief rushed through me. “Thank you.”

“Wannabe and Pull will go with you.”

And there it went. “I don’t need—”

Skull lifted one hand.

I stopped.

“You want to go to the RV, Wannabe and Pull go with you. They don’t go, you don’t go,” he reasoned.

“I don’t want two strange guys sitting in there with me.”

“They won’t.”

I folded my arms.

“They’ll stay outside,” Skull continued. “You go inside. Shut the door. Do whatever you need to do. They’ll keep an eye on things.”

“For how long?”

“As long as you want to be out there.”

I narrowed my eyes.

He seemed serious.

“No time limit?”

Skull shook his head. “No.”

“No one knocking on the door every ten minutes?”

“No.”

“No one asking what I’m doing?” That would annoy me beyond belief.

“No.”

Prime opened his mouth.

Skull looked at him.

Prime closed it.

I almost smiled. Apparently, somebody could control Prime.

“Fine,” I said.

Skull nodded.

That was it.

No argument. No lecture. No telling me I was being stupid.