Chapter 197

Maybe not.

“Hungry?” he asked from the front seat as he parked on an empty pad in the campground and cut the engine.

His idea of a meal seemed to be lots of eggs or chicken with a steady diet of broccoli and rice. She wasn’t accustomed to eating so much or so often, even if the fresh, hot food that she hadn’t had to cook was good. “No.”

He glanced at his phone. “It’s five o’clock. You haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

And he had—twice. Where did he put all that food?

She shrugged. “I am not hungry.”

“Not eating isn’t good for you.” He pocketed the RV key and headed her way, looming above her while she sat at the dining table.

“Neither is eating too much. Why are we stopping here? When will you take me to my sister?”

“When we’ve made sure the safe house is actually safe.”

“EM Security has yet to manage that feat. When did safety begin to matter?”

He sighed. “It always did, Laila.”

“Then why did my brother-in-law and his