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So really, what he needed to do was drop her at a hotel, high-five Chris for seeing the light, and forget Claire McKinley ever existed

Except…in a complete twist of insanity, his brother had suddenly soared to the top of Dylan’s shit list After the despicable--not to mention dishonorable--way Chris had behaved, Dylan was firmly on Team Claire in this fked-up situation

He couldn’t believe Chris had run away like that No, he couldn’t understand it As a SEAL, Dylan es were terrifying or painful or guaranteed to bring some discomfort

Well, he refused to abandon Claire the way his brother had He est fan, but she didn’t deserve to have everyone pitying her, or whispering about her, or worse, laughing behind her back Since Chris and Claire had all the same friends, and with her one non-mutual friend out of town, Dylan knew she wouldn’t find oing anywhere with you," Claire gruht past three airport hotels, which solicited a string of curses from the woman beside him

Dylan raised his eyebrows "Shit, McKinley, you sound like a character from an HBO show Where the hell did you learn some of those phrases?"

For a second, humor danced in her eyes "HBO" The amuseo to San Diego"

"I really think you should," he said gently "At least for a night or two"

"Oh, you think I should, huh? Because you ically knohat’s best for me, is that it?"

"You said so yourself You need space" He shrugged "Well, you ain’t gonna get it here, honey You’ll be alone at that hotel for an hour, two hours tops, and then your parents easel the location out of you and swoop in with the sympathy parade" When she didn’t answer, he shot her a pointed look "You know I’ht"

"Maybe, but--"

"And I know your best friend is in South America--"

"Sierra Leone--"

"--which means you can’t cry on her shoulder, so--"