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Moira has been running from destiny for as long as she could. |
| What could possibly be worse than having your car explode in the middle of a sweltering day in Wyoming. Moira Wilde kicked her steaming car for a third time in frustration. Pulling her phone out of her back pocket she prayed that a miracle would occur and a bar of signal would appear. With a deep sigh she walked back around to the driver's door and reached in through the open window to grab a bottle of water. Just as she turned around to start her hike to town she heard a car approach. She felt exhilaration coursed through her body as she realized she was going to be saved. Squinting her eyes against the sun she saw a black Mercedes driving towards her and knew instantly who it was, Asher Emerson. |