“Good.” He rubbed her back and let his hand slip down to her waist. “I am used to calling you Alison any way.”
Deborah sat in the passenger seat of Derek’s pickup truck. She still wore the coveralls and in her lap she held the plastic bag that held her clothes.
“So should I take you back to the dorm,” he asked her.
Deborah thought for a minute. “I’d rather hear your plan for catching the terrorist.”
“Well if you could get him to break into my house,” he said, “we could shoot him as a burglar.”
“He’s an eco-terrorist, not a common crook,” said Deborah.
“Yeah, you’re right,” said Derek. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“Well, I still would like to discuss our plans,” said Deborah
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“Well, how about you stay with me? I can wash your clothes and then take you home tomorrow.”
“I’d like that,” she said. They continued driving.