“You don’t have to do this for me,” I said. “I’ll be fine.”
“It was Carlos’s idea, Jake. He was impressed with you at the Water Board hearing. So when I mentioned how you and I are old friends and how nice it would be if…”
The limo honked at us again. Gina slipped her sunglasses back on, gave me a peck on the cheek, and turned toward the metal stairs.
“So long, Jake. Maybe I’ll see you later, and maybe I won’t.”
“Oh, you will,” I said. “You surely will.”
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