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Taz had trouble turning to the left. A branch had fallen, bounced off her helmet, and clipped her shoulder during an incautious moment. Nothing broken, but she couldn’t find the damn Tylenol anywhere in her pack.
Then she stopped looking.
That voice…
She knew that voice.
Then he stepped into her field of view and unshouldered his big pack.
An NTSB logo was bright across the back of his vest as he squatted to inspect the corpse.
She recognized Jeremy even by how he moved. None of the uncertainty of when they’d made love in the Baja desert on the final day of her former life. No. This was the man in his element, one who had understood the complexities of a Ghostrider’s weapon system simply by looking at it—yet had been utterly baffled by how to touch her when they’d made love.
She
