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Jason was pretty sure the look of stupefaction on Laurel’s features was mirrored on his own face. “N-Nathan?” he blurted.
The stranger grinned. He had several days’ worth of stubble going on, so the contrast made his teeth flash that much whiter. “You’ve been talking to Hank, haven’t you?”
“Is Hank the guy camping with the dog up in the Mt. Rose wilderness?”
“The same,” Nathan replied. His grin disappeared as he glanced down at Laurel. Voice gentle, he said, “Is it okay if I take a look?”
“If you’re going to fix me up the same way you fixed up MaryJo Gaffney, absolutely,” Laurel said. Her voice was still strained, but she somehow managed to make her mouth curve in a ghost of a smile.
“You’ve been doing your research, I see,” Nathan said. He knelt down next to her, and deftly undid
