“I always wanted to be a member of the A-Team,” said Sam philosophically. I blinked at him. “What?” “If you’re still running, I’m coming with you,” he said. “No offense, but this ‘I can do it on my own, just watch’ bullshit hasn’t worked out too well, so I figure it’s time we try a little ‘we have vigorous sex in every cheap motel between here and Maine’ bullshit. At least that’ll be more fun.” “I’m coming, too,” said Fern. “Not for the sex part. I have headphones.”
