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the flash of red hair, and joy of a different kind had flooded her. True joy. Honest emotion. Feelings of friendship she'd only had for one person in her life. His name had burst from her lips before she could think, and in less time than it took her to utter Danny's name, McCall withdrew. |
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She tried to see where he'd gone, but Danny's broad shoulders blocked her view. He spoke to her, and D.J. focused all her woozy attention on his face as she tried to make sense of Danny's words. |
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"I know you don't feel like moving now, little girl, but we've got to take you to the cabin so you can be safe." |
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"Safe? I'm safe with you." |
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"The people who put the bullet in your shoulder are trolling through town looking for you and your friend. He tells me they aren't men to mess with, so I'm gonna drive you guys up to your dad's cabin." |
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"Ugh." D.J. put her hand to her head as a wave of nausea hit her. Whether the spinning sensation had been caused by the drugs and the loss of blood or the thought of being carried forcibly to her father's cabin, she didn't know. Either way, she was just as sick. "I hope I don't barf all over your pretty pickup, Danny my boy." |
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"I don't have a pickup anymore; I have a van. But don't worry if you get sick. I'm a doctor. Barf is my middle name." |
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"I thought barf is a nurse's middle name. The doctor's middle name is golf." |
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D.J. opened her eyes to see Danny shaking his head. A chuckle came from deep inside his chest. She'd always loved how he laughed, as though he |
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