“All I know is that we’re leaving,” April said. “Today. This morning.” “How?” “I don’t know. Figure it out. Why don’t you go wake up your friend, go plow the road? Speaking of…” Her words tapered off. Jane looked back to the kitchen just in time to catch Ryan’s entrance. His hair was wild, sticking up in every direction. He shielded his eyes against the glare of the snow, then greeted the fighting couple with a few gravelly words: “Plow it with what, my dick?” Jane looked away, biting back a bitter laugh, a flare of vindication igniting at the pit of her stomach. Ryan had a way with words. He
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