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The Setup
Two hours later, Peyton came back into the cabin. The AR-15 was slung over her back, and she was drenched in sweat. Still breathing heavily from her exhaustive run, she looked at Brock. His back was to her as he stared out the expansive sliding glass doors. He did not turn around.
Peyton knew he was stewing. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she said.
“Well, you’re going to talk about it.” He turned and looked at her, his arms crossed.
“I don’t have time for this.” She marched toward the one restroom. “I’m jumping in the shower.”
He walked in front of her and blocked her path. “You don’t get to just make this s**t up as you go, particularly without consulting us.”
“It’s my life, Brock.”
“No, it’s not. Will and I, our lives are on the line too. The three of us are a team
