Chapter 8

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8 “What the hell is wrong with you, woman?” Mike shouted from behind them. Miranda turned just in time to almost be plowed to the ground by Holly who was head down and moving fast. What was wrong with her? Miranda should start a list about herself—but never did because she was half afraid that if she started she’d never be able to finish no matter how long it was. Mike had both arms wrapped around his ribcage. Then she understood that Holly was the target of his question. If she understood their expressions correctly, they definitely weren’t sleeping together. Or if they had been, they weren’t anymore. Miranda wanted to ask, but recalled the pinkie swear just in time. Mike was still back at the helicopter ramp, doubled over now. Jeremy was well ahead. She and Holly stood in a voi

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