Part 2: The L.A.W. Comes to Town: A Kiss is Just a Kiss
“What are you looking at?” Cat asked. I came to my senses and realized I was leaning on her from the sudden turbulence and was absentmindedly staring at her legs while thinking.
“I . . . um . . . sorry,” I managed as I sat back upright.
Kate smiled. “Well now every time our dog Romeo sneezes . . . let’s just say he plays a little tune.”
Okay I would take a Coke with some peanuts now, anything. I wonder if Hugh put peanuts in his Coke in England. He would probably put them in tea if he did anything with them at all.
“We’re not far out now,” said Amira.
“Where?” I asked.
She had been thinking what I had. There had been only one person either of us who could think of who would have it in for Hugh and the British, and that person had been planning for years by hiding in plain sight in Texas. What a brilliant plan. (And when did she do the wardrobe change?)
Who is the L.A.W. after in Lubbock?
Who in Lubbock would have it in for our friend Hugh in England?
Come back next time and find out who and the reveal of why there is craziness going on all around Hugh in . . .
Part 3 of The L.A.W. Comes to Town:
To Dunk or Not to Dunk, That is a Question.
For those of you just joining the mayhem I suggest you might wish to peruse our beginnings in the transoceanic caper.