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“It’s official,” Lulu told herself. “You’ve put your life in the hands of an insane person.”
There was no other explanation for why someone would voluntarily subject themselves to that water.
Quite possibly, this would be a good time to part ways with Tristan. She could take his keys from his pocket and borrow his truck. She could drive it back to the Desperado and then right to the airport. She’d leave it there for him with a nice note and maybe a cappuccino maker.
Her plans got a little foggy at that point. Perhaps find the British embassy, if there even was one in Alaska? But still, it might be a safer option than continuing to associate with a clearly deranged dude.
Even if he did look like a work of art chiseled from the finest Italian marble when he took off his clothes. She
