9
Holly tickled Jeremy’s feet to wake him from a very comfortable dream. He was still on the couch and it was still dark…outside. A bright side-table lamp was blinding him.
“Hey, cut it out!” He kicked out a foot, but all it did was flap the quilt at her.
He’d been dreaming that Miranda had asked him to be her friend. How strange was that? She was twelve years older and had, like, everything: this island, cool planes, and she was the best crash investigator on the planet. How could she possibly need a friend?
“Get your ass in gear, Little One. Miranda got a launch call. A downed Army Chinook at a wildfire. Breakfast is already up. Departure in five. Nice quilt by the way.”
He looked down. The last he’d seen of it, it had been a shadow spread across Miranda’s lap. It was a wild piecewo
