Out of Control
““Okay. Then the first thing we do when we hit Jakarta is claim your bags—provided they make it there. Of course, there’s a good chance they won’t. But if luck’s on our side, once we get there, you can change into something more suitable in the ladies’ room.”
Savannah nodded, willing to play by his rules. “All right. Although you’re going to have to give me a bigger hint about what you mean by more suitable. Because I’m not exactly dressed like a stripper, so . . .”
He didn’t even crack a smile. It was as if he’d had a sense-of-humor-ectomy between last night and right now.
“Chances are your uncle got himself into trouble with the locals, and the money is some kind of payoff. The majority of Indonesians are Muslim—I’d be willing to bet that’s who we’ll be dealing with when we get there. The more religious sects have tougher rules about what a woman can and cannot do—down to the clothes you wear.
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