Malaysia was an interesting place to house a mutant-slave ring, she decided. During the first few days of their landing there, she'd fallen in love with the Malay dish nasi lemak. She could eat it all day and be satisfied.
But she had the displeasure of being teamed with Logan. Mr. and Mrs. Rowell, that's what Scott made them sign the hotel registry with. Scott thought it would be less inconspicuous if they pretended to be American tourists… and if she wore that awful black wig.
"Shouldn't you tell somebody?" he asked her that third night in the privacy of their room.
She was scratching head like a madwoman. Why couldn't she get that wig off and why was Logan speaking to her? "Tell someone what?" she asked agitated at not only him, but the stupid wig on her head.
"That you're pregnant."
She tried to pretend that she was effected by what he'd just said. "No, and neither should you." And damn you for noticing, she added silently.