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Drew turns his head to look at Misty, slyly. “Oh, I’ll be seeing you around, you can bet on that.”

Travis rolls his eyes as Misty grabs his smokes. “Aw thanks. You owe me now.”

Carson goes for his jacket and cap, pulling it down low so his eyes are barely visible. He throws Misty an annoyed look. “Are you done with your cute farewells or what?”

He tosses a casual salute to the guys. “See you around, boys. If anyone calls, we’re on our way.”

The night air is moist and dense from the storm that has gone through, and a mist still hangs to dampen things. Carson steps down off the porch, and though wanting to quicken his pace, resists, maintaining his casual amble. Reaching the car, he resumes his place behind the steering wheel, waiting for Misty to get in.

Within minutes, they’ve reached the blacktop road, and are speeding back towards the border. Still having said nothing, Carson finally breaks the silence. “Don’t you ever do something stupid like that again, you hear me?”