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"You'll get filthy," she whispered, her entire body quivering. "I am covered with that black pitch."
"Also known as tar," he said, his lips skimming her mouth. "This is the La Brea Tar Pits."
And then she was crushed against him. He was with her. Holding her. Not angry, but loving her.
She pulled away suddenly. "How did you know I was returning, Mike? I have never before been to the La Brea Tar Pits, so how were you here on my arrival?"
"Simple," he said, using her arm to keep her tight at his side as he led her along the path bordering the fence. "I read Lucy's last journal."
"But"
"I located experts in reconstructing damaged books. People honed their skills a few years back after"
"the fire in the downtown Los Angeles Library," Abby finished. "Lydia told me."
"Once I gathered from Hannah that you'd felt compelled to go back, I did some sleuthing. You'd left the damaged journal in your bedroom."
"It was your family's."
He nodded. "When I first picked it up, I read what I could, including about Arlen's bee sting. Hannah confirmed your sudden interest in carrying your own kit. When I came to the end and learned you stayed with your family, I nearly wound up having Hannah call the men with the nets to come and get me."
"What?"

 
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