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They’d been wheels-down in Tennant Creek at seven p.m. It had been full dark as the sun had set half an hour before. Holly wasn’t even functional as Quint had thanked Eli, got her down the steps, and walked her over to his truck.
The jet, after taking on just enough fuel to get back to Sydney, was aloft before he’d driven out of the parking lot.
Their conversation had been short.
“You have somewhere to stay?”
“My parents’ place is empty.” She hadn’t turned to look at him.
He’d made an executive decision, driven to the duplex he’d bought for himself and his parents, then dumped her in his bed. Turning for the living room, he thanked God he’d bought a comfortable couch for watching the games on the telly when he was home.
In the morning, the sun blasted him awake because he’d forgo
