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Оглавление“Are you crying?” Kane asked.
She wasn’t a crier. She’d never been a crier. Even when she’d discovered the truth about Randy, she hadn’t cried. She certainly wasn’t going to cry now. She sniffed again, trying to prove that truth to herself.
“Why would I be?” she asked, not opening her eyes because she was afraid a tear might slip out.
“Because you’ve been running for weeks? Because you’re tired? Because it’s almost Christmas and you’re far from home?”
Yes. To all those things.
“I’m this close to decrypting that file, Kane. I just want to get somewhere where I can concentrate on doing it,” she responded.
He didn’t say anything. Just let the truck fill with their silences.
That was fine.
She was fine.
Or, she would be.
Once she fulfilled her promise to Juniper and made it back home.
Please, God, let that happen. Please, she prayed silently, her eyes still closed as the truck descended the mountain.
