Chapter Thirty-Seven
Donovan:
I almost flipped on last week’s Yampa trip, and I’m blaming it on you.
Derek:
I wasn’t there. Obviously.
Donovan:
No, but it’s been two weeks since we last talked, and while we were scouting Warm Springs rapid, someone said something about your new movie and how hot you were in one of the scenes, and I got distracted.
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