Victoria was curled up on Jeremy’s couch, wrapped in a throw blanket with her laptop on her knees. She was catching up on email, only dimly aware of the game Jeremy was playing. It seemed to involve a lot of horseback riding through the desert.
“I should probably mention,” he said, apropos of nothing, “I’m not going to be here for Christmas.”
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