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want to know you, Tricia,” Damon urged. “Whether or not you trust me saying it, you’re a woman worth getting to know.”
    Tricia studied him in the fire’s light. A smile crept across her lips.
    “Alright,” she said. “Well, my father was an electrician, he retired…”

11
    R icky read the note on her table, her mouth falling further and further into a frown with each word. She read it once, then again.
    I can’t explain this – so I won’t try. Damon invited me along with him on a road trip, and I’m taking it. I should be back in two weeks or so. It feels right. – Tricia.
    “What the hell, Trish,” she murmured to herself, fighting down a wave of anxiety. She let the little slip of paper flutter down to the table. Tricia just got there, and now she was off on some impromptu road trip…with Damon?
    She pulled out her phone and called Cristov.
    “Hey baby, I’m not home yet…is everything alright?”
    “You picked up your phone while you’re driving?” Ricky asked, momentarily forgetting why she’d called in her concern for Cristov’s lax regard for personal safety.
    “You’re on speakerphone,” he said.
    “Is Kennick with you?”
    “Sure am,” she heard a male voice respond, then a female voice, sounding slightly distant.
    “Me too,” Kim said.
    “Listen, I just got home, and there’s this note from Tricia on the table. She says she left for a few weeks to go on a road trip with Damon. Do you guys know anything about that?”
    The silence on the other end answered her question. She could almost see, in her mind’s eye, Cristov and Kennick exchanging a confused look.
    “Uh, no,” Cristov finally said. “We don’t. Where are they…what?”
    There was an edge to his question that made Ricky bite her lip. She was, however, selfishly glad that she wasn’t the only one who thought it was beyond weird.
    “Doesn’t say where,” she said. “Just says they’ll be back in a few weeks, and that it ‘feels right’, whatever the hell that means.”
    “Shit,” she heard someone mutter beneath their breath, but couldn’t figure out which of the men had said it.
    “Did you call her?” Kim’s voice came from the backseat again.
    “Not yet,” Ricky admitted. “But, I mean, we shouldn’t be worried, right? There’s no reason to be worried? Damon’s with her, she’s with Damon, it’s not like they can get into trouble with each other…”
    “Uh,” Cristov said. “No, I guess not. She seemed pretty uneasy at dinner…maybe she just needed to get away.”
    “Yeah, I mean, I figured that, ” Ricky said.
    “You’re all crazy,” Kim barked. “They’re not allowed to just leave without telling anyone. And Damon…”
    Her voice trailed off, but they were all thinking the same thing. Damon hadn’t been acting like Damon. Not for a long time now. The man who had always been the knowable constant had changed into something unknowable, and certainly not constant.
    “Damon wouldn’t hurt her,” Kennick declared.
    “No one thinks he would,” Kim shot back. “But Tricia just got home, and now he’s swept her off for some mystery trip to nowhere? I don’t like it. I don’t like it at all.”
    “Kim, maybe we need to just calm down and put ourselves in Tricia’s shoes,” Ricky said with a sigh, crossing the room to plop down on the couch.
    “I am putting myself in Tricia’s shoes. Sexy handsome gypsy hero wants to take you somewhere special? Come on, Ricky. We both know what that’s like. You don’t always end up making the best choices,” Kim said, and Ricky bit back a smile imagining Kennick and Cristov’s reaction to that.
    “Hey,” Cristov said. “You James sisters aren’t much better.”
    “Yeah,” Kennick chimed in. “We take offense to that.”
    “Well, don’t,” Kim countered. “Because I married you anyway, remember?”
    “I’m sure it’s all fine,” Cristov said. “We’re nearly at the trailer now. Damon probably left a note saying where