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Brianna had left her truck at Rollo's house, so she got the honor of riding shotgun while Rollo drove twenty miles above the speed limit while trying to track down his sister by phone.
She wasn't hard to find, as it turned out. The minute they turned into his driveway, Brianna spotted a tall, brown-haired girl wearing horn-rimmed glasses, an oversized black hoodie and dark blue leggings sitting cross-legged on the front lawn. She jumped up at the sound of Rollo's Jeep and ran toward them.
"Don't be mad, don't be mad, don't be mad," she chanted before flinging herself into Rollo's arms.
He caught her tight against him. "I'm not mad. I'm—okay, damn it, I'm mad. You scared the s**t out of everyone. Why are you doing this?"
"I just need a break. No one has to freak out." She slid back
