Chapter 112

Fuck.

The scanner digests Shanley’s input and

beeps again. “You’re clean,” Shanley says, finally flashing me a

quick smile. “I just had to coordinate with your profile back on

the carrier. Sorry if I had you worried for a second there.”

Sorry?Heh. Dylan nudges me and when

I look up, I find him staring at me with wide eyes as deep as the

sea, his finger still in his mouth. “You okay?” he asks, the words

muffled around his fist.

“Fine,” I sigh. Then I laugh,

relieved. “I’m fine.”

And because I am, I lean over and plant a

kiss on the tip of his nose, which gets him smiling. “Do it again,”

he says.

With another laugh, I nod at Shanley, turned

from us as he slips the lancet with Dylan’s blood into the

hemoscanner. “When he leaves,” I promise.

“Evan,” Dylan starts.

“No,” Shanley says before he can even

ask.

Dylan pouts so hard, I have to laugh. I

don’t think I’ll stop, I’m thrilled, I’m not sick, thank the

Lord, I’m not sick.