Tis a bright fine day for a treasure hunt, wouldn’t you be saying?” Julia gasped at the sight of Cameron O’Dea—dressed in a long-sleeved red T-shirt, the collar’s top button casually open, and faded blue jeans—on her doorstep so early in the morning. But unlike the last time he had pulled this stunt, she was happy—no, make that overwhelmingly relieved—to see him. She couldn’t really say she felt happy because she knew he had come to say good-bye. She burrowed her hands into the pockets of her thick, nubby flannel robe. “I guess the tracking device worked?” He cocked his head. “It did indeed.” “So...?” She crossed her arms, trying to act more confident and brave about this parting than she felt. “So?” He mimicked her posture, folding his muscular arms over his broad chest. “So, what?” He wasn’t making this easy. She curled her bare toes against the cold floor of the entryway Part of her wanted to ask him in for coffee, but another part knew that postponing the goodbyes would only make them hurt all the more.
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