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Marina tied one of Ginger’s plaid flannel shirts around the waist of her blue jeans and started up the steps to Cole’s motorcoach. The massive vehicle was emblazoned with flashy blue and silver streaks. It was a world apart from Jack’s cozy, vintage Volkswagen van with its retro renovations. She thought about the time they’d taken it to the beach.
Feeling irritated at the memory, Marina pushed thoughts of Jack from her mind.
Cole was ahead of her, flicking on lights. He wore a suede vest over a flannel shirt and thick-soled boots. “Watch out. Those steps look a little steep for you.”
“Is that a short joke?” Marina said, teasing him. She didn’t mind her petite frame, even if she did carry a little more weight on it now, but she liked to see Cole squirm. Years ago, they used to trade f
