“We can do this the easy way or the hard way.” She rolls her eyes. “Okay, John Wayne. What are you going to—” I curl my arm around her waist and tip her forward until she’s off-balance, then lift her up and over my shoulder. My chair squeaks ominously beneath us and Lucie shrieks in my ear. I pluck the station-issued phone from her back pocket like an apple from a tree. “Aiden,” she gasps.
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