Eighty Six

Declan met me by the front doors of the office with a set of car keys swinging casually from one finger.

“I’ll drive,” he said, nodding toward the parking lot.

I blinked.

“I was going to take my car.”

“It’s a two-hour drive to Wellingford, and your tires are bald. I saw them this morning.”

I fo...

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