Blake scrabbled for his phone when it rang. "Yes?"
"Mister Moran, it's Tim Aberdine."
He had to stop and think a second. "Oh! Tim! Please, Blake. What can I do for you?"
"She doesn't do what I say!"
Blake coughed out a laugh. "Yeah. That happens."
"How do I keep her safe?"
"Remind her POTUS has authorized full physical removal if it comes to it."
"As in…"
"As in, if it comes to it, you throw her over your shoulder and haul her to safety."
Blake could almost hear Tim thinking on that one. "You serious?"
"She's, what? One thirty? I'm guessing you wouldn't even break a sweat."
"Anything else helpful that's a little less… drastic?"
Blake debated a second, but decided to give up one trick in his arsenal. "Lemon muffins."
"Excuse me?"
"Look, you're the security professional. You work it out. Good luck."