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“Misty! What in blazes do you think you’re doing?!?! I cannot believe that you did this! What were you thinking?! Where are you??”

As Carson pulls the car back out onto the highway, he can hear Reese’s yelling from his seat. Quirking an irritated eyebrow, he reaches over before Misty can stop him, and shuts her phone to cut off the call. “For all we know, he’s trying to trace us,” he mutters flatly. “If I were you, I’d shut the thing off…that is, unless you want to blow the whistle on our whereabouts.”

Glancing into the rearview mirror, he changes lanes. “And by the way, don’t apologize for anything.” His voice is still cool as he concentrates on his task ahead. “What’s done is done and it’s over.”