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I feel like there’s a pattern to these robberies, but I can’t put my finger on it.

CONNOR

My little detective.

CECILIA

I’m good at things like that. I told you I always know who the murderer is in books before it’s revealed.

CONNOR

The least likely person?

CECILIA

Not always...

Saturday

STORM WARNINGFrom Saturday 8 AM PDT until Sunday 1 PM PDT

Action RecommendedAnEVACUATION ORDERhas been issued

Affected AreaThe Channel Islands, including Santa Catalina and San Clemente

DescriptionSTORM WARNING REMAINS IN EFFECT FROM 8 AM PDT THROUGH SUNDAY AFTERNOON...The storm has intensified and is expected to make landfall Saturday evening with significant rainfall and wind which will cause mudslides and generalized flooding.

PRECAUTIONARY/PREPAREDNESSACTIONS...You should monitor latest forecasts and be prepared to take action should Flash Flood Warnings be issued.Anyone who has not yet evacuated should SHELTER IN PLACE.

CHAPTER 15

If You Don’t Go to Sleep, Can You Still Wake Up Angry?

I have a rough night as the wind beats against the building and howls like a wolf. When we got back to our room, I saw the evacuation order on my phone, but there wasn’t anything we could do about it. There wouldn’t be another ferry until the morning, assuming it could actually get to the island.

We had no choice but to shelter in place.

Which felt like a metaphor.

But for what?

I don’t get an answer to that question; instead, I toss and turn, wanting to wake a peacefully sleeping Oliver to make up for the fight I’m not quite sure we’re having.

He didn’t say anything while we ate dinner with Harper or on the way back to our room when we all decided to have an early night. But I know him. I know what his silences mean and what his laughs mean and whathemeans, except for when I don’t.

But the chaste peck he gave on my forehead after we got into bed was words enough.

You know that kiss.

The one the man gives the woman right before he’s about to say,We need to talk.

The last time someone said that between us, it was me. I said it after we’d had a bad fight—one that was so bad, I’d thought we’d broken up. And then I slept with Connor.

Oliver, understandably, didn’t takethatnews well, and we spent too many years apart.

Turns out, like Ross and Rachel, we weren’t on a break, just in a fight, one I picked.

And maybe that’s why I didn’t say anything last night. I’m the screwup in this relationship, and I don’t want to do or say anything that drives him away a second time.

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