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"We've been here for less than fifteen minutes and you've disappeared on me twice," Sam said, checking her lipstick in the rearview mirror.
"I've been surrounded by murderers and I've discovered nothing frightens me more than a car salesman," Evan scowled as he looked around cautiously.
"It's his job to be persistent," Sam said, squeezing his hand gently. "Anyway, didn't you say you were going to read up on car shopping?"
"Brushing up on demonic possession would have been more useful."
"Actually, he could be a demonic car salesman."
Evan's frown slowly turned into a wide grin. "Now we're talking."