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Kira got out of the passenger seat of Nick’s dark sedan with a surge of relief. The drive to the highway patrol station had been strained. Nick hadn’t done much to hide his lack of enthusiasm about the third wheel sitting in the back seat. He had mostly driven in silence, punctuated by a few sentences spoken to Kira. Trevor had filled the car with inane chatter, punctuated by the wail of the siren. He seemed oblivious of the awkwardness his presence caused.
Kira wondered whether that was actually the case. If she had learned anything about Trevor Wright since she had met him, she had come to the reluctant conclusion that he often wasn’t the rich, vapid jock he seemed to be. After all, he had somehow managed to help smooth things over with both Nick and Rob—a feat Kira would have never
