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The next morning, they drove out of Helena — Jeremy’s cousin Lucas was nowhere in evidence, having disappeared to play golf before the two of them even went out to grab some breakfast — and headed south toward Butte. Sloane did her best to seem calm and cool, but inside, her stomach felt as though it was twisting itself into tighter and tighter knots.
It probably didn’t help that she knew she was being horribly awkward around Jeremy. She had no idea what had possessed her to invite him into her room the night before, except possibly a compulsion to get as close as possible to him before he left her life altogether, but she honestly hadn’t expected him to shoot her down like that. When she came to her senses, she realized it was probably for the best. Still, she didn’t know quite what
