“So this is Oz.” Matt took a long look around. Everything looked too perfect—the trees too green, the sky too blue, the damn road before him too f*****g yellow. As if someone had just painted them moments before he opened his eyes. He couldn’t believe it. “I must’ve hit my head hard enough to get a concussion,” he decided. “I’m drowning in an over-flowing creek on the side of the road and, for some strange reason, my addled brains come up with this.”
Roxie c****d her head to one side and stared at him.
He laughed, a wild sound that threatened to run away from him, so he tamped it down and ran a shaky hand down his mouth and chin. “I saw you last,” he said, as if trying to convince himself of something. “That’s why you’re here and not Vic. That, or I’m going crazy. I mean, why the hell el
