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He smiled and nodded. “Honest injun,” he said, hating the lie.
“But there’s more, isn’t there,” she said as a statement, not a question.
“There’s always more, sweetheart,” McGarvey told her. “We’re going home in the morning and getting the boat ready for the Keys.”
She chuckled from the back of her throat, her contented sound. “Not Vladivostok?”
He laughed. “If you prefer.”
