“Nice. I was thinkin’ about that. Sounds like we’re gonna get snowed in starting late tonight. I’ve gotta bring in a bunch of wood for us.” He empties his pockets onto the desk—a wad of cash that I assume is from the run today, a fuel receipt, the satellite phone, and his iPhone. He leans in to kiss me. I give him my cheek. It might be the first time I’ve ever done that. Finally, he seems to get the message. “Is something wrong?” “Seriously?” I meet his blue eyes, his furrowed brow. Is he that oblivious? “You were supposed to be home at five.” “I got hung up talkin’ to Bo Sterling and ended up
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