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Chapters (37)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise
  3. About the Author
  4. Dedication
  5. At the end of the
  6. 1
  7. 2
  8. 3
  9. 4
  10. 5
  11. 6
  12. 7
  13. 8
  14. 9
  15. 10
  16. 11
  17. 12
  18. 13
  19. 14
  20. 15
  21. 16
  22. 17
  23. 18
  24. 19
  25. 20
  26. 21
  27. 22
  28. 23
  29. 24
  30. 25
  31. EPILOGUE
  32. Acknowledgments
  33. Reader’s Guide
  34. Questions For Discussion
  35. Author Q & A
  36. The Wrong Family
  37. Booklist

“I can do this,” she said to no one. “Maybe not well, but I can do it.” She sped up when she saw them step off the elevator. She was definitely underdressed. Why hadn’t they told her?

Get over yourself, Rainy. Tucking her hair behind her ears, she presented her best smile to the night ahead.

10

Then

Summer had not been crushed when the RV rolled forward, its brakes hissing. She’d lain flat on her stomach, cheek pressed to the road so hard she could feel the heat of the asphalt digging into her skin, and she’d been praying like hell. And then she’d felt the breeze on her back, lifting her shirt, and she realized she wasn’t pavement paste, after all.

Taured had driven the monstrous thing straight over her body. When she dared look up, it was turning at the maintenance shed. And that’s when she understood he meant to turn the RV around: cut a U-ey, as her dad would have put it. In a few seconds, he’d back the behemoth up and turn the wheel left. He’d see her lying in the middle of the parking lot, covering her head like the sky was falling. The other cars in the lot were parked neatly alongside the building, and she ran in a half crouch for those, diving between the BMW and the Chevy just as the thing came rolling back around. Sammy had said something about the envelope being in Taured’s car—the very car her right hand was resting against. Summer scuffled backward, opening the car door as the Airbus neared. She probably had about sixty seconds before one of them spotted her. She reached her arm inside to feel the passenger-side seat and her fingers caught the edge of an envelope. It was heavier than she expected; she pulled it toward the opening in the door and adjusted it to slide out sideways. A door slammed. Sammy had jumped out of the passenger side of the RV and was asking Taured what he thought of it. Summer tented the envelope and reached inside.

“Everything’s good,” Taured said. “I drove the Airbus home from the dealership. Jon signed the papers, no problem. If you get pulled over, show them the paperwork, everything’s clean.”

The envelope rattled. Her fingers grasped something hard and square. She pulled out a floppy disk—one of several in the envelope—holding it up to her face.

“Sure, boss.”