Page 190 of Fallout (Crank 3)


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long enough for her to notice. Oh.

You wore the skirt. It looks amazing.

Suddenly everyone is looking at me.

My palms start to tingle. Before I can lose

my breath, I excuse myself. “I could use”—

blood jackhammers my brain—“some air.”

I START TOWARD THE FRONT DOOR

But someone catches my arm.

Come on out here, he says.

The backyard is real pretty.

It’s one of Liam’s cousins. Beau?

Michael? Whichever, he is a couple

of years older than me and wears

Irish good looks in long, straight

black walnut hair, white linen skin,

and eyes the color of violets.

I catch my breath, shadow him out

into a miniature botanical garden,

with ponds and statuary and trees

in full autumn dress. It’s stunning.

Very Zen. My heartbeat slows in

appreciation of the almost solitude.

Almost, but for what’s-his-name.

You okay now? His voice is satin.

You looked right about ready to bolt.

“I’m good, thanks. I, uh … sorry.

Can’t remember your name.

Too many thrown at me at once.”

He grins, showing perfect pearl

teeth. Micah. This is a big family,

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