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Ian and Gwen had spoken at length last night on the beach. They both agreed Duvine must be suspicious, and therefore had indeed listened into the Millerese voicemail Ian had left Greyson. While they doubted Duvine could have cracked the code with two very brief voicemails, Ian was hesitant to call Greyson again, especially since he hadn’t yet answered. Since they agreed to try one more time, Ian picked up the phone. And then set it back down.
“Ian, go ahead and call Greyson,” she said from the couch, the mid-morning light causing her hair to shimmer with flecks of gold. If he were anywhere else, he would have been tempted to take her back into bed. But after last night’s conversation with Duvine, their situation had changed, though he wasn’t quite sure how.
“I thought Duvine would ha
