children love having them.â She had the cats in their carrier, and trundled it over to me. Due to Jamieâs demands that the cats go everywhere with her in the Embassy, their carrier was now an extra-large luxury deal on wheels with a handle for pulling.
The cats seemed okay with their Feline Winnebago, probably because they liked traveling in style and with their own band of Poofs along. I wasnât positive, but it seemed to me that Sugarfoot, Candy, and Kane had Poofs that they considered theirs, just like the rest of us. For all I knew, the dogs had their own Poofs, too. There were certainly enough Poofs in there with the cats to accommodate every Earth pet we had and then some.
âWhere are the rest of the kids?â I asked, as the human kids, Raymond and Rachel Lewis, trotted over, too. These days, we had several other hybrid children at the centerâall those who had parents working at the Embassy, on Alpha, or Airborneâand I was used to seeing them and getting daily hugs and kisses.
âPicked up already. Youâre a little late, but thatâs never a problem. We all like spending extra time with Jamie.â
Decided not to offer any excuse for why I was late since Denise didnât seem to care. Besides, getting rid of the Bomb of Badness was a good thing, right?
Raymond was a serious little boy of six and his sister was a sweet little girl of four. Their father, Kevin, was a gorgeous black guy with bags and bags of charisma. Denise was a gorgeous blonde with her own bags of charisma. Both of them had fantastic smiles with fantastic teeth on top of everything else. They were pretty much the perfect couple, and you couldnât hate them because they were also incredibly nice.
Surprising no one, their children were also gorgeous, with fab smiles and their own little bags of charisma. I wasnât sure if Raymond was too old for Jamie, but I was willing to go for the arranged marriage idea, because in addition to all their other fine qualities, the Lewises were also all smart. Hey, I wanted my daughter to marry well. Sure, after sheâd grown up and found herself a career she enjoyed, but it was never too early to plan, right?
After I got my requisite hugs from the Lewis kids, Raymond gave me a very serious look. âIâm not sure this dinner party is such a good idea.â
CHAPTER 9
I GAPED AT RAYMOND. âUm, why?â
âDaddy says that heâs concerned about the security.â Raymond was dead serious, and he looked ready to go downstairs and join the other men in the verification of our Embassyâs safety set-up.
Of course, Kevin was my motherâs right-hand man, meaning he was second in command of the Presidential Terrorism Control Unit, or P.T.C.U. Until Iâd run into the gang from Alpha Four, I hadnât known this government agency existed, nor that my mother was the head of it. The past three years had been full of fun facts like this one.
Kevin and his family had taken up permanent positions at our Embassy, so Kevin had the âfunâ of reporting in to two different bosses and doing two different jobs. He handled it smoothly, because, well, he was Kevin and smooth was his natural state of being. In the Embassy, he was our Defense Attaché. Denise was running the daycare and Embassy School because she was both qualified and didnât want to be bored every day of her life.
Denise shook her head and laughed. âOne stray comment and
someone
thinks he knows better than his father.â
âIs Kevin worried?â
She shrugged. âItâs his job to be worried, and to act on those worries. Donât you worry, though, Kitty. Everythingâs under control. And Gladys will be with us, babysitting.â
âOh, good news.â It was. Gladys was the head of all Security operations for Centaurion Division, and that included the Embassy, Pontifexâs residences, Martini Manor, where Jeffâs parents lived,
Glenn Stout
Stephanie Bolster
F. Leonora Solomon
Phil Rossi
Eric Schlosser
Melissa West
Meg Harris
D. L. Harrison
Dawn Halliday
Jayne Ann Krentz