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“No! No! No! No!” Taz shoved back deeper into her seat. “No one said anything about landing at an Air Force base.”
Like a damned i***t, she’d climbed aboard Miranda’s jet after a long, sleepless night, resigned to take whatever else was coming to her. No matter what she thought of in a locked bedroom last night, she couldn’t figure out how to undo what she’d done to Jeremy six months ago before she’d died.
The flight had been so short that she was able to pretend the view out the window was too interesting to allow for conversation. It was beautiful. Puget Sound was a land of water, islands, mountains, and the extended metropolis of Seattle.
And she remembered none of it.
That was before they came in to land, and she saw the neatly arranged lines of black-painted Chinook and Black
