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... and distant snow. I sat behind Devon on the four-wheeler, arms locked around his waist because the alternative was flying off the back when he gunned it over the rocks. His coat was open; my cheek pressed to the heat of his spine through the thin shirt. Every time he down-shifted, his abs flexed under my forearms like steel cables. I hated that I noticed.
"Hold tighter," he said without looking back.
"I’m fine."
"You’ll be less fine with a broken neck."
I squeeze ...
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