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“Medellín?”
Tanya tried to make sense of the word. It was a perfectly normal word, but she couldn’t figure out what to do with it in the light of day.
They sat on the car seats in front of the cafe: her, three Delta operators, Daniela, and Silva.
But all she could feel was the green-and-gold car seat where she and Chad had made love, and they were sitting once again this morning. Last night had nothing to do with s*x and a great deal to do with making love. For a change, that shift didn’t bother her in the slightest.
And all she could hear was the one word that had made so much sense as Chad had whispered it in her ear like a holy blessing: “Tanya.”
How was she supposed to make sense of a word like “Medellín” when his whisper still wrapped around her? He’d breathed her to life wit
