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I told Sam to slow down (if she’d been driving the speed limit, I wouldn’t have had to) as we approached the field where I’d left my car. There was only one car in the clearing other than mine, and it didn’t look familiar, so I gave Sam the go-ahead. Her truck rumbled across the lumpy grass to park next to my rental.
I got out and rummaged in the pocket of my board shorts for the valet key. With nothing else in hand, I felt like I was forgetting something, but I had been traveling pretty light lately, even for me. Sam got out too, watching as I opened my trunk. She looked almost as wary as I was, brows furrowed and arms across her modest chest.
“Listen,” she said, “if it came down to it, I would do anything for JD, so long as it didn’t hurt Danny. But don’t you get sucked into his s*
