三三言情小说

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第24部分（第6页）

　Fumbling　in　the

deep　pocket　of　his　cargo　shorts　for　his　Motorola　Pebl；　he　started　scrolling　through　his　address

book　and　quickly　dialed　the　first　entry：　Anthony　Avuldsen；　his　lacrosse　teammate　and　the　guy

who？d　already　saved　him　once　that　summer；　when　he？d　found　him…self　entangled　in　a　plicated

romance　with　a　hot　townie　chick　who？d　turned　out　to　be　more　trouble　than　she　was　worth。

Don？t　they　all？

Nate　was　on　the　verge　of　hanging　up　after　five　rings；　when　Anthony　answered　with　a　friendly；

exaggerated　shout。

　？Whassup？？

？Dude。

Where　are　you？？

？On　my　way　to　the　beach；？　Anthony　yelled　over　the　car　stereo；　blasting　ACDC？s　？Back　in　Black？

so　loud　that　his　phone　shook。

　？Can　you　hang　out？？

Nate　stared　out　at　the　small；　shimmering；　rectangular…shaped　pool　and　the　slightly　overgrown

lawn　beyond　it。

　The　idea　of　mowing　that　grass　made　him　want　to　cry；　the　thought　of　turning

around　and　going　back　into　that　house　and　getting　molested　by　Babs　made　him　want　to　hurl。

Talk　about　a　rock　and　a　hard　place。

？Hang　out；？　Nate　repeated　slowly。

　？Yeah；　let？s　do　that。

　I？m　at　Coach？s　place　in　the　Bays。

　Pick

me　up？？

？Pick　you　up？？　screamed　Anthony。

　？Cool；　yeah；　what…ever。

　Give　me　ten　minutes。

？

Nate　shoved　the　phone　back　into　his　pocket　and　inhaled　deeply；　steeling　his　nerves。

？Everything　okay？？　Babs　opened　the　sliding　glass　porch　door　and　trotted　outside。

　Her　purple

robe　had　e　undone　and　was　hanging　off　her　shoulders　like　a　cape；　revealing　her　plicated；

lacy；　animal…print　underthings。

　They　reminded　Nate　of　the　kind　of　bathing　suit　his　eccentric

French　now…dead　grandmother　had　worn　during　a　family　trip　to　the　Turks　and　Caicos　when　he　was

a　kid。

Oh；　how　alluring！

？I？m　actually　not　feeling　that　well。

？　He　wasn？t　even　lying；　really；　since　the　thought　of　what

might　happen　if　he　didn