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While the men seemed completely at ease, Jillian was not. She wasn't entirely sure that the cooling evening air was to blame for the prickles on her skin.

She wasn't afraid of them, but she was feeling... nervous? No, anxious. As if something were buzzing on the surface of the atmosphere.

Her toolbox behind the seat held a rubber mallet, and while it did not normally require three adults to tap a hubcap back into place, tonight seemed to be an exception.

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