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“What are you thinking?”
Taz had become accustomed to asking Jeremy that, not the other way around.
The others had all finally gone to sleep in the big house just as dawn was shading the sky.
Miranda, who’d been so carefully rigid when they’d arrived, had relaxed completely after Drake and Roy—Christ, now she was doing it—after General Nason and President Cole had agreed to Mui and Jeremy’s plan. She’d even been…cheerful.
After everyone else had retired, Jeremy hadn’t taken her to a bedroom.
Instead he led her outdoors. In some mix of peace and exhaustion, they followed the one dirt road that headed south. It eventually led to a tiny harbor.
“Well, now we know how she gets her major supplies onto the island.” Jeremy pointed. In the softness of the predawn light, they could see tw
