expensive chocolates and wine to be a mobile bordello. Perfect for a doctor on the make.
It looked barely big enough for him, let alone oceans wide like she’d need for her to ever consider climbing in next to her sworn enemy.
He’d literally just become her sworn-enemy number one.
The only other place possible for someone to sleep in was the seat in which she sat. With how she felt right now—that was not an option.
A massive part of her wanted to climb into that bed and sleep for a month. Let him drive her anywhere. She literally didn’t care at the moment.
The idea of giving him that kind of control was all that had her not doing that. “This van is so not going to work. Not even for one night.”
“We’ll have to make it work. It’s not registered in my name, it’s private, and it can go about anywhere a regular van can go. Relax. It’s a luxury RV, even if it is in a van. There are two slide-out walls. It’ll expand to give us much more room once we get to where we’ll park. Look at this like a vacation, and I’m the bus driver. We can go just about anywhere this side of the Mexican border.”
“Where are you going to sleep, Jacobson? I have a concussion; I’m supposed to sleep and take it easy for a few days, remember? How long am I going to be your hostage? You’re going to have to let me go sometime.”
The look he shot her was clear exasperation as he hit buttons on a remote that had the garage door opening and the engine starting on the RV. It purred like a contented—but caged—tiger.
She was in the belly of the beast. Either that—or about to become a certain beast’s dinner.
The vibration went straight up her spine.
Izzie took a better look around.
It really was fancy. Her apartment that she shared with Jake wasn’t anywhere near as high-end as this…van with a bed. “Where did you get this again?”
“Logan Lanning.”
Her stomach clenched at the name. It shouldn’t. He’d been dead for a while now.
“Great. Logan Lanning’s Shaggin’ Wagon. Am I still asleep? Drugged and in room 403 with the Cursed Nurse possessing me?”
“It was actually his parents’, Izzie. He inherited it from them, but never used it because of what happened with Lacy. When he was hurt, he had decided to sell everything that had belonged to his parents. When he died, it went as part of his estate. To my sister. He left me all of his bank accounts and my sister all of his worldly possessions, including his parents’ house and his condo. She lives there now. He didn’t have anyone else, besides his parents. They were going to travel the country in their retirement, but unfortunately, they didn’t live long enough to enjoy it. He died a year before Logan, and she was four months before her son. She didn’t feel like going on after she lost her husband. They were good people. Always made me feel welcome. Shelby was particularly close to his mother.”
“I see. I didn’t realize you actually knew his family.” She winced at how rude she had been. There had been grief, real grief in his words. So he’d lost his girlfriend, his best friend, another close friend, and Lanning’s parents—all within a few years’ time. She’d heard from his sister herself that they’d lost their parents ten years ago, too.
He seemed really alone. That…had to hurt him still. That kind of loss, it would change a person’s soul.
“I did. I had known them for years. They were unofficial godparents to my sister once I had her.”
“I’m so sorry, then. For your loss.”
“They were some of my closest friends. They helped me give Shelby some semblance of normalcy after our parents died. I’ll always respect them for that, be indebted for Shelby’s sake. I’m glad they weren’t here to see what Logan did. Maybe…losing them had something to do with his mental state at the time. The way he was the year before he died.”
“Let’s not talk about Logan Lanning. Ever.” Those were memories she was just too vulnerable to deal with right now. There was still pain in his voice over the loss of the Lanning family.
No wonder, too. Just to hear about it was sobering.
An entire family, gone. In the space of a year and a half. That idea saddened her more than she wanted to think about. She might not have liked Dr.