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CHAPTER 22

When Nick woke the next morning, Shannon was gone.

No note, no message. Just…gone.

He knew without checking that she hadn’t gone to another motel. She was on her way home. It was time; she had no more reason to stay.

He wanted to pull the covers over his head and tell the world to go

away, but he had promised to talk to Lon about the fire, let the man ask his questions.

He crawled out of bed, stepped into a pair of jeans that didn’t smell like smoke, and followed the aroma of coffee to the kitchen.

Bev stood there, leaning against the counter, arms folded over her chest, waiting for him. She didn’t look particularly welcoming. “So you let her go, did you?”

He grunted and headed for the nearest empty coffee mug so he could fill it. “Good morning to you, too.”

“Go ahead, get yourself a cup. You look like you need it.”

“Th—” His voice croaked. Damn smoke. He swallowed and tried again. “Thanks.”

When he filled his mug and took a seat at the breakfast table, she joined him.

“Nick, I’ve nev
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