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yesterday."
     
    "Oh?"
     
    "You don't do it on purpose? It's like a Clark Kent thing. Seriously," she told him.
     
    He smiled. "I'm no superman."
     
    "No? You sure about that? You couldn't have told me that last night," she said with a grin.
     
    "Just a mild-mannered stock investor."
     
    "Who has a gun, a license to shoot people, military training, and the body of a Greek god. How long were you in the military?"
     
    "Six years. Most of that was over in Afghanistan, though I did do some time in Germany and England."
     
    "Did you like it?"
     
    He shrugged. "I thought of it as a job, and a way to get some investment money. I never wanted it as a career."
     
    "No college?"
     
    "Some. A few classes in finance, and things of that nature. Mostly math."
     
    "Eww."
     
    "Right. Let's get going."
     
    "Alright, superman."
     
    "Lois is a brunette."
     
    "Lois is a wimp," she retorted with a laugh.
     
    She went to her room and dressed. When she came out, he was putting on a leather jacket over his side holster and gun. "Why the gun?"
     
    "It's about time to start carrying it."
     
    "Oh. Not sure I like the sound of that."
     
    "He's going to come. We both know that. The restraining order is for us, not for him."
     
    Chelsea nodded. "Bikes?"
     
    "Let's take the truck. I would like you beside me."
     
    She smiled. "Alright."
     

 
    CHAPTER TWELVE
     
    Larry Turner, the lawyer and part owner of the Log Cabin, was there when they arrived and waved them over to join him at his table. Elias took her hand and guided her through the room, then pulled a chair out for her. She found the gesture warm and domestic. She sat and gave Larry a smile. "Good morning."
     
    "How are you today?"
     
    "Oh, I think I'm better than I've been for a long time."
     
    "You look good as well. Hungry?"
     
    "Starving," she admitted.
     
    "Well the brunch is still going on. Why don't you two go fill some plates, and we'll talk after."
     
    "Talk? Is there something particular to talk about?" she asked.
     
    "Not really, just didn't want to keep you from your food."
     
    "Oh, well I appreciate that." She grinned and got back up to follow Elias over to the buffet.
     
    They filled two plates, each with waffles, strawberries, sausage, eggs, steak, and assorted other foods, and then came back to join Larry.
     
    "Wow, you really are starving,” Larry chuckled.
     
    "I'll go back if it's still there once I polish this off," she told him with a teasing smile.
     
    "Oh, you have at least another hour. Take your time," Larry told her as he leaned back and motioned for a waitress to come by for their drink order.
     
    Elias ordered a strawberry milkshake and a cup of coffee. Chelsea decided that ice tea would do for her.
     
    They talked about the run yesterday, and then Larry asked where Elias thought they should go next week.
     
    "How about north this time? We could go up to Sam's National forest," he offered.
     
    "That sounds good. I'll throw my vote in with yours and pass it on to Wild Bill."
     
    "He's the vice president, right?" Chelsea asked.
     
    "That would be the man," Larry agreed.
     
    "What position do you hold?" she asked.
     
    "Legal adviser, of course. Which isn't really a position, but the club voted me in as an honorary officer."
     
    "That's nice."
     
    "Sort of. It's kind of like a title in England. All it really means is that I get to pay higher monthly dues, and I can vote on things like weekend trips," he laughed.
     
    Larry didn't look like a lawyer. He wasn't quite as tall as Elias, but he was thicker in the chest and shoulders, and his forearms were roped with muscles. He looked more like a boxer or a brawler. His brow was thick and bushy, and his eyes were bright green.
     
    "So, you do mostly criminal law?" she asked.
     
    "For the club it is normally criminal law, but my practice is elder law. I do some family stuff as well, but elder law is where my heart is."
     
    "What's that?" she asked, taking a bite of waffle, whipped