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different to be good friends without the quad intact. Which was kind of sad, because Bree and I had both been ditched.
    I felt stripped bare without my girlfriends, and only now, sitting beside two lumpy duffel bags inside a stolen tent in Yellowstone, could I really admit to myself that I had begun mourning the loss of our quad long before I shot Nick with the dart.
    Nick was watching me, silent, respectful; he clearly knew I needed the quiet, even if he didn’t know why. He was willing to give it to me. To just be there with me.
    Was that why I felt like I needed Nick so much? Because I needed to feel like someone was with me?
    No. Lonely or not, Nick was someone I would have wanted whenever, however. And it was epic. I wasn’t being silly when I thought that. He had crossed time and space for me. He had broken rules older than humanity just to know me. And I felt, even after knowing him for just a short amount of time, like I would do the same.
    Which was bad—so very bad, for so many reasons. But I couldn’t think about those reasons without losing myself in panic, and he was sitting right in front of me, after all, waiting so patiently.
    “So…” I said, not sure how to begin a conversation that terrified me.
    “Do you want to see what you got?” he suggested, nodding to the duffel bags.
    What I wanted was to scream, because the pressure of not knowing my fate felt like it was going to pop my head right off my neck. But since I didn’t have the guts to ask, I muttered, “Sure.”
    We moved the bags to the back of the tent, where I dropped to my knees and started sorting through...a prostitute’s shoe collection?
    Maybe a shoe fetishist, or an actress in a film about feet. The first bag yielded tan Ugg boots, black Ugg boots, purple Gucci boots, ankle-high white suede boots, thigh-high crocodile-skin boots, and a newish pair of Nike running shoes.
    Why would someone take this camping?
    I turned the bag upside down, feeling desperate as half a dozen pairs of fluffy socks, three hair brushes, a Chi hairdryer, two makeup bags, one wig, three bras for mega boobs, several pairs of large panties, a tablet I was too afraid to turn on (lest we be tracked), two ragged Cosmo magazines, a pack of birth control, a small silver flask, an electronic cigarette, and two bottles of what looked like expensive shampoo for dyed or damaged hair fell to the floor. The only thing wearable was the socks, so I rolled a purple pair gently over my sore feet and tore into the next bag. When I found it stuffed with little boy clothes, toys, and a Finding Nemo pillow, I clutched the pillow to my chest and blinked back tears.
    “I think this bag has some…okay, maybe not.” Nick pulled out a white cotton dress that smelled of sunscreen, a pair of lilac leggings that sparkled like the little girls' clothes in the mall, and a royal blue zip-up hoodie that had to've belonged to an elementary school boy.
    I giggled, and he laughed gamely. “Maybe I can check the car…or—” his brows arched— “Vera’s tent.”
    He said “Vera’s tent” in a mock horrified way, but my startled reaction was genuine. What was it I didn’t like about that idea? Him going into her tent, or just the reminder that she was here with us? The reminder that she was…who she was.
    I rocked my sore self into a sitting position and took the clothes from him, inhaling the summery smell of the dress. Nick reached into his pocket and pulled out a zip-up travel wallet, opening it to show a photo of the family we'd robbed. The presumed mom, who looked a tiny bit familiar from when I'd seen Nick put her out of her truck, was sporting the mega boobs that fit into my huge new bras.
    “Nice.” I pushed up to my feet, wondering what I'd do if I couldn't get a decent bra from Vera. “Um, I'm going to go outside and change.”
    Nick rose, too, catching my wrist gently and tugging me closer. “It's mid-October, Milo. Thirty-three degrees. I can turn around.”
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