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Like a teenager caught necking, T.C. jumped to her feet, stumbling over her boots—or Nick’s—in her clumsy haste.

“Jason’s back,” she said, only because she had to say something, to drop some words into the ever-deepening pool of silence.

“I did gather that.”

“Yes, well, I should go help him.”

“I’m sure he can manage,” Nick said reasonably.

“Manage what?” Jason asked as he came into view. He pulled up short and frowned at T.C. “Thought you were going into town to watch Dave do that bone-chip op?”

Thank you, Jase! T.C. checked her watch and tossed an apologetic smile in Nick’s general direction. “I lost all track of time. If I don’t get moving, I’ll be late.”