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The Florida humidity clings to everything, even at dawn. Pale light filters through the thin curtains of our witness protection bungalow, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air smells of salt and overripe citrus, a far cry from Brooklyn. Jake is curled against me, a warm, compact shape, his curly hair a mess against the pillow. He stirs, a soft sound escaping him, then turns, his brown eyes blinking open. A lazy smile spreads across his face as he finds me watching him. "Hey, babe," he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. "Time to be Larry and Zach again. You ready?"