Candy had lost her bodyguards by sending them out for tampons and then taking a taxi to the portkey. Men were easily manipulated by Womanly Mysteries; they usually just didn't want to question them.
She was wearing a white cotton dress and sandals to combat the heat, and she grinned when she saw Onyxx pull up moments later. Once he was close enough, she set her suitcase down and hugged him tightly. She still marveled at how her leg was fine, how she felt no pain.
"It's in the sticks, but I know the general area. I brought a map, just in case. We're headed to New York first, just because the flight from New York to Minnesota will be nice, and I doubt anyone thought to put a portkey in Minnesota." She squeezed his hand, grinning. "You ready?"