#dannyruskin

          Grace slept soundly for the rest of the trip, only rousing when the truck and the sound of a dirt road jostled her from her dreams. Blinking and squinting, she lifted her head.

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          Sometimes Grace really wished that she could punch Danny in the jaw. If they weren’t suddenly so close, she might have.

          Before what he was doing could click in her mind, Danny was already kissing her. Hard. And all thought blipped out for one startled second... Until Grace grabbed for his ear and gave it a rough twist.

          “Dan-- Danny!” With her other hand, she pushed him back, making sure to tug on his ear again until he winced. Her cheeks flamed almost as red as her hair. “What are you doing?”

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          Of all the things that Grace expected to do that night, riding in a beaten up Ford Ranger next to Patrick’s brother-in-law was never one of them. And yet, here she was, helping Danny dodge another arrest by heading to some little hideaway.

          “I really hope Jane is right about you,” she sighs, sinking a little in her seat. If they were caught, they all would be in so much trouble. “I really hope you’re innocent.”

          For the rest of the drive, they’re both silent. Grace doesn’t want to dwell to heavily on the possible consequences or everything they could go wrong with this plan because there isn’t any tuning back now. The best thing to do was to sleep until they get to the address Patrick gave them and hope. 

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          A contented sigh. The nights were getting chillier, even in Sacramento, and it was nights like these that Grace was grateful for that extra warm comforter that her dad had bought her last Christmas. And, of course, she couldn’t forget Wayne. Wayne was like a snuggling up to a giant hot water bottle. Or maybe a teddy bear. Grace wriggled closer and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her nose between his shoulder blades.

          Except… Except she hadn’t invited Wayne over last night. So then what…?

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