Khaat didn't often get a chance to go out of the family compound. She had gotten used to living under tight security. Actually, she had gotten tired of the attempts on her life, and she had started to like being reclusive, except for those foul members of the press that always seemed to think she had something to hide. Bullcrap. It was solely about keeping her family and herself alive.
However, Marcus, her ever present bodyguard, had thought she was getting too morose. He'd decided she needed to get out of the shelter of the compound. He'd talked her into taking Abbey and Dakota and Julia to lunch at Babbity's. Abbey and Julia, for their ages, were remarkably well behaved at table--usually. Dakota was another story--usually. Angus had promised to let them help him make cookies when they got home if they were good. And Dakota did like that, so she was trying to behave.
Babbity's was relatively calm today, well, as calm as a restaurant that was particularly aimed at families with children could be. Marcus had chosen a table close to the play area for them that he felt was easier for him to let the kids play and also keep an eye on the room without painting them all entirely into a corner.
A father himself, Marcus was good with kids. He helped her with the kids' coats and getting them settled. Then Khaat placed the lunch order.
"Why don't you take the kids to the play area?," he told her. "We're safe enough for the moment."
"Okay," she said, getting up and going with the girls to the play area.