"Alright then," Debra said. "I''ll leave Ivan with you for the night. I''lle pick him up tomorrow."


    "Sure. Wait! What?" Randy snapped back in time.


    His expression twisted in disbelief, and he protested, "That doesn''t seem like a good idea. I mean, he''s..."


    He was afraid this spy might hurt them.


    Debra reasoned, "That''s why he needs to be kept close. Well, if it''s inconvenient for you, you can drop him at the Potter Mansion. Andrew knows how to handle people like him."


    "Sounds like a n." Erica nodded, patting Randy on the shoulder. "Stop standing there like a statue. Get to work."


    Randy scowled, muttering under his breath, "Why is it always me dealing with this stuff? Babysitting a teenager? Come on."


    As Debra and Marion turned to leave, Ivan instinctively followed.


    Randy called out, "Hey, wait up."


    Ivan stopped in his tracks and turned back. "Mr. Osborne, is there something you need?"


    "You''re not leaving with them tonight. You''reing with us," Randy dered.


    Erica chimed in, "We''ll be staying at the Potter Mansion."


    Ivan''s mind raced. ''Is this Debra''s arrangement? Has she let her guard down, or is this another test?''


    Randy waved impatiently. "Hey, are you listening?"


    "I only follow Mrs. Houston''s orders," Ivan replied, snapping back. "If she says I should stay at the Potter Mansion, then that''s where I''ll stay."


    "Alright." Erica gestured for him to follow. "Come along, then. When Debra remembers, she''lle for you. For now, just take care of us. The Potter Mansion


    has plenty of staff quarters, and the environment''s great. You''ll like it there."


    Ivan didn''t reply. The Potter Mansion was


    sored to have top-tier security. Tonight, he''d find owelnes


    was true.


    Debra sat in the car with her eyes closed. "Honey, you''re not messing with me, are you?"


    "Don''t you trust me?" Marion


    chuckled, parking the car in


    garage. "Don''t open your t belongs to swnow


    "Still?"


    "Still."


    "How am I supposed to get out?"


    "I''ll help you out."


    "And how do I get upstairs?"


    "I''ll carry you."


    Debra let out a defeated sigh.


    Marion unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the car door, his movements gentle and deliberate.


    Debra reached


    S feeling his broad


    in


    "If this is a prank, you''re


    "


    "On our wedding night? Never," Marion replied, carrying her up the stairs.


    Debra teased him, "No elevator in the new house? Are you trying to wear me out?"


    "I won''t let that happen," Marion replied.