Her Wilde Bodyguards
called King Cakes.”
    She giggled, which thrilled him. “So if I have these amazing pancakes and leave a bigger tip than the King, do you think they would consider changing the name to Gaynor Cakes?”
    “I doubt that, but I’m sure you could put your stamp on something in our town,” Kyle said. “You’re a big deal you know.”
    “Not happening, bro.” Aaron knew what had to be done. “We have to keep her off the grid completely. She can’t be seen around town. If word got out, it could leak to the press and then we’d be right where we started—having to find a new place to take her.”
    “I’m used to avoiding the public. Wait until you see my disguises. You won’t know who I am.”
    He pulled into the front of the hotel. “You can’t be seen here either. I’ll go check us in. Kyle, you know what to do.”
    “On it, bro.”
    She winked. “Me too, boss.”
    He turned and headed to the door quickly, hoping she hadn’t seen him smile. As the glass doors opened to the tiny hotel, he began scanning the area. There was only one elevator. Behind the reception desk was a young man in a white shirt and tie.
    “Good evening, sir. Checking in?”
    “Yes.” It only took a few minutes to get the key card to a room on the second floor. He would’ve preferred the top floor, though there were only three floors total at this hotel, but it didn’t have any vacancies. “Does the card work on the exit at the end of the hall, too?”
    “It does.”
    Good, that’s how we can bring Gya in. Hopefully without anyone seeing her.
    “Would you like some help with your luggage, Mr. Abbott?”
    Mr. Abbott was one of the aliases he used when transporting clients. Remaining incognito was just part of the job. With Gya, it was one of the biggest parts. “No thank you. What about the diner? Do they deliver to the room?”
    “No they don’t, but you can order carry out.”
    “Appreciate the info.” Aaron went out the front door and ran into a middle-aged, brunette woman carrying a baby. “Excuse me, ma’am.”
    She mumbled something and moved aside, keeping her head down and her eyes on her child.
    He took a step to the car and saw Kyle leaning against it with their bags at his feet, grinning broadly. “Is Gya inside the car?”
    The woman behind him tapped him on the shoulder. “No. She’s right here.”
    He spun around and looked into her eyes. How had he missed that she’d been in disguise right in front of him? The baby was one of those lifelike dolls. “I’m impressed.”
    “I thought you might be. So will you be okay with me having King Cakes at your diner in Wilde now?”
    “We’ll see.” He placed his hand on her shoulder and led her to the far exit he’d spied moments ago. Disguise or not, he wasn’t taking any chances of someone recognizing her.
    “She’s a handful just like Bobby said, bro.” Carrying the luggage, Kyle’s eyes never left Gya’s.
    A handful you’d like to get your hands on, I can tell. “Yes, she is.”
    “You two are the best, or so you say.” Gya pulled her baby close in. “They’re going to take good care of mama. You’ll see.”
    Kyle laughed. “You’re too much.”
    “You haven’t seen anything yet, fellas.”
    “I’m sure we haven’t. Aaron, thank God we have each other on this one. I can’t imagine how tough this job would be all alone.”
    “I’m not that bad, am I?” Gya sounded sincerely concerned. “I really was just teasing.”
    “You’re not bad at all. I haven’t seen Kyle this engaged on a job ever.”
    “Most of our clients are complete bores. She’s definitely not that.”
    Gya’s eyes widened and fixed on Kyle. “Neither are you or Aaron.”
    He used his key card and unlocked the exit door to the hotel. “Let’s go.”
    “What about food?” she asked.
    “Yeah, bro. We’re all starving.”
    “We’re going to get settled in the room first and then I’ll get us something to eat. You can count on me.” But for how long?
    As they
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