He was riding around in the dark on his bike, so obsessed withwinning that damned toy, he couldn't be bothered to look out fortraffic. CHAPTER 12They paged through Josh,s private thoughts with Phil Collins singingsomething melancholy in the background. The snow was silver, the woods beyond like black lace with thehere-and-gone moon shining between the bare branches of the winter-deadtrees. I'm feeling cornered and put upon.
Oh, come on, Megan, he whispered, trailing a fingertip down the shortslope of her nose to the perfect bow of her mouth. Just what the hellis that supposed to mean? he asked, his voice a razor-edged whisper. He wore a disgruntled expression on hisround black face, golden eyes glowering at d@oegan, white whiskerstwitching in annoyance as water plets pelted him. The air was electricwith tension.
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