Chapter 16

“Are you wondering why I brought you here, Cannon?”

“I was just thinking that. Do share. What are you up to, Mr. Brogan?”

He turned to me, held his instrument of light at his left hip, and caught my gaze. “Silos are supposed to be good luck.”

“Even during thunderstorms?”

“Better.”

“Why are they good luck?”

“It’s a farmer’s prophecy. When two people, particularly men, kiss inside an empty silo, their bond will forever be special, and amazing things will happen in their lives.”

I laughed, knowing he was handing me a line of interesting and creative crap. “Really, Patrick?”

“Really,” he answered.

Shocking me, he was cuddled against me, aligning his chest with mine. His lips touched my lips, providing me with an evening silo kiss that had just about as much electricity zooming through it as the thunderstorm outside. 18: Four Thoughts