3 Hit the Road Jack by Christin Lovell Read Free Book Online Page B

that,” Al smirked. Not even a second later he sobered. “Alright. Let me pack.”
    “Wait. How many tickets did Auggy give you Kellan?”
    “Two.”
    “Don’t worry Lex. They e-mailed me my ticket and itinerary. I just have to print it,” Al advised as he stepped into the master bedroom.
    “And you?” I looked at William.
    “I have resources,” he smiled curtly.
    “Well heck,” I furrowed my brow.
    Kellan finally smiled. “You can’t say heck; you just have to curse.”
    “It’s actually quite lady like of Lexi to say heck.” He turned to me. “Although I’ve always found the British form of cursing to be a bit more appropriate for women. Bloody hell is much more civilized than fucking shit.” My eyes flew open. William smiled innocently at me.
    I chuckled. “I do believe you’re full of surprises Will.”
    “Thank God you didn’t call me William, but the nickname is Wills, not Will.”
    “Why?”
    “Because you wills call me Wills or I will have a bloody fit.”
    “Ok, Mel would totally kill me if I didn’t call you out on that one.”
    He flipped open one of the notebooks in his hands. “Ah yes. Melanie Marie Hartford, your best friend, who is currently dating Craig Alexander Scott, Kellan’s best friend.”
    I narrowed my eyes at him, serum rising and hands fisting. “How the hell do you know about her?”
    “Relax Alexa Lorrayne Jackson and Kellan Alejandro Phoenix Bancroft. You can find names anywhere if you know the vicinity and associations of which you’re searching.” William closed the notebook.
    “Wait. Can you search for Jack that way?” I asked. Kellan perked up beside me at the idea.
    “I already have my dear. I told you you would need me.”
    “What did you find?”
    “I found out that his name isn’t really Jack. It’s Jacques Lenore Ambroise.”
    “He’s French?”
    “Ah, wi, wi.”
    “Not funny Will.” Kellan rolled his eyes.
    “Cut the shit. What else do you know about this guy?”
    “That’s it. He literally doesn’t exist beyond his name and the assassinations he’s marked.”
    “That can’t be good,” I groaned.
    “We’re starting from nothing basically,” Kellan agreed.
    “Not necessarily. Do you have all the terrorisms he marked throughout the years?” Al returned with a black book bag and a few sheets of paper.
    “Of course. That’s what’s in this binder,” Will pointed to the bottom of his pile.
    “Good. We can study his work. See if there are any patterns or at least use it to try to predict any future attacks he might aim at us.”
    “You’re brilliant. He’s brilliant,” Will beamed approvingly a t us.
    “Now let’s get out of here. I’ll call Beth on the way,” Al said.
    “Don’t compromise the mission by saying too much,” Will warned.
    “She’s my wife and his mother so I’ll tell her whatever I want. My phone scrambles the line when I call her though so don’t concern yourself .”
    Kellan avoided me all the way to the Bladangs. I tried not to be upset about it, but it bothered me. After all I’d learned about him today, I almost felt like I didn’t even know the man I was prepared to marry. I twisted my ring around my finger as I listened to him, Will and Al discuss the situation.
    When we arrived, Craig, Mel, Gabi and Rafi were deep in conversation.
    “What are you doing here?” I asked.
    “Don’t think you were gonna squiggle away from my loveable lu p ,” Craig chuckled.
    “I told you I would hang out with you before I left. We don’t leave until tomorrow night.”
    “No, we leave tonight,” Kellan bit out as if I had committed a crime.
    “Oh, sorry.”
    “What’s up my testy toast?” Craig asked, standing and clapping Kellan on the shoulder. He looked directly at me giving me a tortured look.
    I’m sorry. I really am sorry, I projected. He sighed and sat on the couch next to Craig.
    “Ok. Well, I think us ladies should go upstairs and leave the boys to do whatever boys do together,” Gabi