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“You’re not going to do it.” Wilson said and got up and went to get a cup of coffee. Lisa followed him into the dining nodded to Maggie who was putting a fresh pot of coffee on the warmer. Maggie sensing that she should be somewhere else quietly left the dining room.
“Michael I have never gone against your wishes.” Lisa said, “I have never put you in a position where you had to say no.”
Wilson grunted. It was true. Neither one of them did something that the other felt strongly against. They usually found a way to work around the issue that was causing friction. They usually worked to a consensus and although neither one was really happy over their decisions, both could live with it.
“This time I am,” Lady Wilson said, “this is for you for me and for us.”
“I thought we had an agreement that you and the girls would never be part of a media circus.” Wilson asked.
“This won’t be a media circus Michael.” Lisa replied, “If it goes the way I hope it will; Mr. Least may think he’d have been better off being at ground zero for one of the asteroids. Mac and I have had an hour briefing. If that bastard gets too rough with me I have enough ammunition to gut him right before the entire kingdom.”
“I still don’t like it.” Wilson said. He had barely been okay with her being interviewed by Cleo. Doug Least was a different story. “Too much of our privacy has been infringed on with this job. You are pregnant and...”
“Don’t you go and be the big protective male on me Michael Aaron Wilson the third!” Lisa actually stomped her foot at her husband. “Pregnant I may be. Not as agile as I was without your twins in my belly; but the odd gods of the universe know I can still whomp your ass.”
Wilson chuckled, and was about to say something, when Jill interrupted. Neither had seen her sitting at dining room table. She was home from the academy for a couple of days, “I am sure that if she can’t several of us would help. I am sure Georgia, Mac, Francine, Kellogg, and the few others I can mention would help.”
Chuckling Lisa turned to her step daughter. She suspected that her step daughter was most likely correct but said, “Jill, stay out of this.”
“I still don’t like it.” Michael said, “I know the media wants to know who you are; but I don’t want you in harm’s way and I don’t want you harmed. I know this could be good for the Evacuation but; I...”
“I don’t like it much either Mike,” Lisa said, “It took the girls to convince me to do this.”
“Oh really,” Mike said putting the coffee on the side boy and reaching for his wife. He took her in his arms and asked, “Do I need to speak to a couple of people?”
“No,” Lisa said, “The Queen, Lady Hawthorne, and your mother are right. If I tell my side of the story; then it might be listened to. They make a good point. The people are hungry to know what type of woman is married to their savior. How he is supported by his family. This is good for the Evacuation, and if handled right Mr. Least will get his just deserts.”
“I still don’t like it.” Michael said as picked up his coffee. “I know you haven’t told me everything about your on the run years, but these guys may have found out about some of that stuff, and the stuff you haven’t told me.”
“I suspect he does,” Lisa said, “but he doesn’t know the file that Mac has on him. That Mac has shared with me.”
“I’ve seen that file,” Wilson said, “Unfortunately, we can’t touch him.”
“But I can,” Lisa said with an impish smile. Mike had seen that smile before and knew havoc was about to be released.
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