Grant wasn’t sure what was happening with Bea. She wasn’t speaking, and he couldn’t tell if she was still on the line or not. His phone hadn’t hung up, so he assumed so. “Bea?” he tried again, this time her name forming a question and not a plea.
“All right,” Clinton said, and Grant turned back to the air compressor in the backyard of the beach cottage.
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