“Shit,” Libby cursed as she typed. “I was going to stick around and invite you to lunch but—” “But you have to run?” Reagan guessed. “No worries. Go.” Libby hesitated as she glanced between her phone and Reagan. “I really hate to bail like this. It’s just Taylor…” Reaching out, Reagan placed her hand on Libby’s forearm. “Hey, you don’t have to explain anything to me. I’m glad you made it all the way to Hialeah without bursting into flames.” Libby laughed. “Well, GPS helps.” When her phone buzzed again, her smile disappeared. “I really have to run,” she said with open disappointment before
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