She gave his arm a gentle squeeze; the slight tilt of her head was an invitation, and he grinned as he scrambled over the seat and followed her into the back. She relaxed with a sigh as he pulled her close. It was less cozy in this truck without a pile of mailbags to lean against, but she was glad for his company, and couldn’t remember why she’d ever preferred being alone. It would be so nice to turn her face up to his, but she couldn’t let herself get distracted. The only time she’d gotten lost in her feelings for Tommy, they’d let their guard down—way down—and she wasn’t about to be caught in another compromising position. Their present situation was so uncertain that survival had to come first, and she meant to start by arming herself with as much information as possible. She pulled her phone out of her coat pocket.
“We might only have a few hours to read Stratford’s files, so let’s get to work. Weren’t we going to start with what he said about your dad?”
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