Brook gave this James person a brilliant smile. She wondered if his own people would think she was somehow carrying his child as well, and given what little she knew of him so far, she nearly giggled at the thought of his bumbling with trying to explain that the child was not his. Maybe I won't help him. If he doesn't correct them, maybe I shouldn't. Perhaps it would be better for both of us if they think the child is his.... Ooh! If I have a boy, I could name him: "Thomas...after his father." No one would know the difference. I bet that would make Tom squirm even more. Ha! She giggled to herself, quite satisfied. It was wonderful to see him get flustered.
When she came out of her plans to make Tom as uncomfortable as she possibly could while still getting enjoyment from his squirming, she had missed the whole "we could have been killed by the church just now" conversation and they were by an elevator.
"David told me that it wasn't safe in the neighborhood all by myself, so it's probably good that I left anyway, not that I wanted to leave. Thank you, though. I don't blame you for it, so don't worry, and stop apologizing." She unbuckled and shifted herself. "I agree with you on not surrendering. I don't want my home to be under another nation's control. For now, I'm going to stay with you. After everything that's happened in the past hour or two, I don't want to leave you...but I'll just take it one day at a time."
She climbed out of the car. "I'll go see the doctor later, and I'll get out of your hair now." She leaned over and tussled his hair. Figuring he probably had to leave her before he showed her to where they would be staying, she decided to thank him while she could. "Thank you for bringing me here. If you have to go right now, I'll be able to take my things...wherever it is I need to go." She gave him a quick peck and went to grab her bags. She had to get the Internet to tell Madison all that had happened when she got a free moment.