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“Wait, that’s not right,” she whispered. “We were next at the start of this mission. But now it’s the end of this mission, so we’re no longer next, right? And that means . . .”
Ice sighed as Jack swaggered up, wolfish grin plastered all over his face. “Hey Jack, Indy says you’re next.”
Jack frowned, then the grin broke wide again and he shook his head like a wolf in a waterfall. “Hey, you know I love this thing Benson’s got going with the names. But you also know that this always-and-forever crap is not my jam. Don’t get me wrong. You guys look great together. So do the other couples. But I’m not that kind of operator. Hell, I’ve told girls I love them without even knowing their names. All respect to the grand wizard John Benson, but I’m going to be the asshole who breaks his lucky streak.”
Indy giggled, then smiled as Jack winked at her, bumped fists with his big brother, then swaggered away, leaning close to an elderly nurse and whispering something that made her blush as he walked out the door to meet whatever was coming next, coming next for him.
Perhaps coming next for them all.
The entire Darkwater circus of clowns and caravans, acrobats and contortionists, motley colors and spiral rainbows, deadly men and vital women, twists and turns, bullets and burns, stars like white diamonds, clouds like black shrouds, coyotes and snakes, ladies and rakes, the flower and the gun, the moon and the sun, the eagle and the dove, the violence and the love, the power and the glory, the Darkwater kind of story.
The story of man and woman.
The story of love.
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