Chapter 3

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The umpteenth time his leg jiggled against Theresa’s, her hand shot out and grabbed his knee in a death claw.

“Will you stop it?” she hissed. “You’re driving me crazy.”

Slowly, Jared reached beneath the table and pried her fingers away. “Talk to the doctor,” he said in a low voice, nodding toward the man seated on her other side. “Pretend I’m not here.”

“That’s a little hard to do when there’s an earthquake rubbing against my thigh.” She twisted slightly to give a little more privacy to their conversation. “Why don’t you eat something? It’ll take your mind off it.”