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Ashe Wycliff climbed the stone passages, keeping to the shade. He took a step. That was one step further from his stifling job. Another step. He counted it as a win.

He’d spent nine years in Tangier with little to show for it. World events had passed him by like indifferent cab drivers.

Trace Adkins slouched through the restaurant lobby, silently cursing his friends for brow-beating him into this. But he forgot all that when he spotted her in the corner of the bar. Her Tinder photo didn’t do her justice.