Page 118 of Drowning Erin

I elbow him. “No.”

“Are you going to refuse to put out the night before like you did lastnight?”

“Your mother was in the next room,Brendan.”

“Answer thequestion.”

I laugh quietly. “I can’t believe you’re worrying about something so far in thefuture.”

He turns to me, watching my face, now surprisingly earnest. “It’s not that far in the future, Erin. Youscared?”

“Not anymore,” I tell him, nestling against his side. “Not in theleast.”

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