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Carly looked up at the fragile rig she’d helped assemble. A tall pole with a sideways extension sticking out of the top and a couple of thin guy wires for support. From the tip of the extension, a rope dangled down.
Steve—Merks was silly, though the nickname did kind of fit him when he’d rappelled out of the helicopter to save TJ’s life—moved with a speed borne of confidence as he set up the equipment. Not just born of practice, but of innate skill. She’d bet that whatever he did, he’d do it well.
“What does this do?” He clearly wasn’t going to talk about his leg and how he’d injured it. And she didn’t want to talk about how scared she’d been by TJ’s accident and how chaotic her emotions had been all yesterday. She’d come out to help him this morning as an apology for the total s**t s
