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“You still haven’t told me where we're going,” Cam said, eyeing Smith as he drove north. They were driving through mountainous terrain now, the road a definite incline.
“No, I haven’t,” he said, looking in the Range Rover’s rearview mirror.
“Are you going to?”
“No.” His lips curved upward.
She saw him glance at her clothing, and she ran her hands nervously over her short red wrap dress. “What?”
“Nothing. Did you bring the clothes I told you to bring?”
“Yep,” she said.
She frowned and pulled her backpack out of the back seat. She pulled out a pair of running shoes, along with a black t-shirt, black leggings, a pink hoodie, and socks. He’d refused to specify what they were doing, other than the fact that it would be athletic and the gear would be provided.
Of course, she showed u
