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A thunk sounded from inside the car door as it unlocked. Kira yanked it open and threw her tools inside onto the floor. She turned around with her gloved hands shoved inside her hoodie pockets and flashed Trevor a weak smile. Her face felt flushed.
Trevor crossed the distance between them with anxious strides to stand directly in front of her—shielding her from view as the man in the scooter passed. Kira schooled her feature into an innocuous expression, as if she and Trevor were having a random conversation. This time, Trevor didn’t try to call out a greeting as the man approached.
Kira did her best to focus on Trevor’s tanned face while using her peripheral vision to track the scooter.
It slowed to a stop.
“You two lost?” the bearded man called over to them from under the shaded
