Lauren went to the kitchen and working on finishing their breakfast, while she listened with both ears open to Franks monosyllabic responses. It was driving her nuts not knowing, but she knew that she was totally out of her depth in this world of his, she was a singer after all, not a bounty hunger. She put the bacon in a black cast iron pan and turned the heat on low, and set up the coffee for perking. She had a feeling they were gonna need it. The day was already getting quite hot, today was gonna be a scorcher.<br/>She came back when she heard him hang up the phone. He looked serious but with a steely glint in his eyes and refastened the towel around his waist. It was a good thing he kept that covered she thought... rationality took a backseat when she felt horny and she felt that a lot these last few hours.<br/><br/><div style="margin-left: 20px"><span style="font-family:Arapey">"This is worse than I thought," Frank said. "They flagged me. Us, actually. Something soured them on me. Connors---and that's probably not his name because it's probably really Melvin---apparently has had me shadowed for quite some time. Marty knows the right people. He knows the right questions to ask. And he tells me that I was shadowed almost from day one. We need to get out of here after we eat, babe. Pattin has us set up for a place in Utah. Not far from Provo. It's about five hours by car."<br/>
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He went to her, and took her soft hands in his. He looked at Lauren right in the eyes. "We're gonna be OK. You believe me, right?"</span>​</div><span style="font-family:Thread00002110Id0000008c"></span><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">Laura nodded and replied "Yes, I know we will be alright." She leaned in and wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up, "We'll stick together and we'll beat them at their own game."<br/>
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The scent of bacon came and insinuated itself into their tender  moment and then she heard his tummy rumble and she laughed, hers was feeling much the same.  She bent and kissed his belly and said "Come on then, let's eat breakfast and plan out our day."<br/>
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She went back to the kitchen and removed the bacon from the pan and cooked their eggs, over easy making sure to ask him how well he liked his eggs done. She served marmalade, reheated biscuits from the oven, along with bacon, eggs and coffee at the little kitchen table and sat down, still only in panties and bra while he sat still only clad in his towel. The scene was so ridiculously domestic it was as if they had been married for five years, and she smiled at him, and wiped a smear of marmalade from the corner of his mouth. He caught her hand though and licked the sweet confection of her finger though and her breath caught. "Frankie... we have a schedule to keep, do we not?"</span>