Landon give them a way to finish the job.”
We sit in near silence for a moment, the only sound is a far-off engine and the water lapping against the sides of the boat.
“Why doesn’t your dad gather everyone up and launch some kind of full-scale entrapment?” Ocean asks.
I lean back, and what I already sort of knew comes crashing down on me because I never asked, because I’ve learned not to. “My dad’s Insight is stronger than anyone’s, and something in him knows that plan won’t work.”
“And we will?” he asks. And for the first time I see some of the excitement that I feel when I’m tracking someone new. Or get a new job. A new task.
I shrug. We’re probably just the best odds.
“Can’t we ask him?”
“If we know it works, would we try as hard? Would the outcome be the same?” Besides. I’m used to my father’s totally cryptic answers that frustrate me more often than not. He has a different perspective on how time works since most of what he sees is in the future.”
He shakes his head. “And if we knew, just our knowledge would change the course of events.”
“Exactly.” I nod. “So you sort of get it.” And for the first time, I’m not upset about him being my partner.
He lets his feet flop to the floor as he scratches his head, further messing his blond and making him look even more like a movie star than he did before. “On one side this is so cool it’s sort of unbelievable, but on the other side, it’s so real that—”
“What we’re working on here is life-changing, and not just for us. Possibly for a lot of people. Definitely everyone with talents, and maybe more. We have to stop them.” I feel this desperate need for him to believe me and really, actually help me, instead of continuing to do this for fun. Because I bet that of the three “choices” he gave me for being with The Middle Men, his was for fun. I wonder what it is now?
“Agreed. They need to be found.” He stands up and takes my spot behind the wheel of the boat, which I happily relinquish if for no other reason than to watch his excitement. “Let’s see what we can do about that.”
EIGHT
Micah
Sitting in harbors stresses me out. In other words I get restless, grouchy, and hungry. I lean back on the bench seat behind the indoor table. “I don’t even want these cookies and I’m going to eat them all anyway.”
Addison laughs a little and grabs a chocolate chip from the pile. “I know. I didn’t even care that the oven heated up the whole stupid boat.”
Only her rail thin body won’t see the effects of the cookies, where my curves most certainly will—unless my nerves wear them away.
I slump further in my seat as the guys finish tying us to the dock. Dean’s relief at being on shore again is palpable.
Addison sighs as she takes another large bite. “Never in a million years did I think I ’d end up—”
“Running fro m The Middle Men and chasing shadows and hanging out in a dirty harbor in Nassau?” I try to tease even though this is a million miles from where I thought I’d be too. Even four months ago, I thought I’d probably head to some university near Seattle and close to my mom and now… Now I’m in the middle of this huge plot to… I’m not even sure what we’re trying to do. It started out as a quest for more information and turned into a million more things when I had a vision of Landon and I being interrogated by an older man who I now know is part of The Middle Men. And we decided not to go with them. I had no idea what would follow that decision.
It still seems to me that if they wanted us, coming nicely would have worked much better, but maybe I just saw too far into the future. I can’t keep that thought in my head, because it may mean that by running away, we’ve forced ourselves into my vision. Even with so much more understanding of what I do, there are so many more things I don’t understand.
“My biggest concern a few months ago was
We sit in near silence for a moment, the only sound is a far-off engine and the water lapping against the sides of the boat.
“Why doesn’t your dad gather everyone up and launch some kind of full-scale entrapment?” Ocean asks.
I lean back, and what I already sort of knew comes crashing down on me because I never asked, because I’ve learned not to. “My dad’s Insight is stronger than anyone’s, and something in him knows that plan won’t work.”
“And we will?” he asks. And for the first time I see some of the excitement that I feel when I’m tracking someone new. Or get a new job. A new task.
I shrug. We’re probably just the best odds.
“Can’t we ask him?”
“If we know it works, would we try as hard? Would the outcome be the same?” Besides. I’m used to my father’s totally cryptic answers that frustrate me more often than not. He has a different perspective on how time works since most of what he sees is in the future.”
He shakes his head. “And if we knew, just our knowledge would change the course of events.”
“Exactly.” I nod. “So you sort of get it.” And for the first time, I’m not upset about him being my partner.
He lets his feet flop to the floor as he scratches his head, further messing his blond and making him look even more like a movie star than he did before. “On one side this is so cool it’s sort of unbelievable, but on the other side, it’s so real that—”
“What we’re working on here is life-changing, and not just for us. Possibly for a lot of people. Definitely everyone with talents, and maybe more. We have to stop them.” I feel this desperate need for him to believe me and really, actually help me, instead of continuing to do this for fun. Because I bet that of the three “choices” he gave me for being with The Middle Men, his was for fun. I wonder what it is now?
“Agreed. They need to be found.” He stands up and takes my spot behind the wheel of the boat, which I happily relinquish if for no other reason than to watch his excitement. “Let’s see what we can do about that.”
EIGHT
Micah
Sitting in harbors stresses me out. In other words I get restless, grouchy, and hungry. I lean back on the bench seat behind the indoor table. “I don’t even want these cookies and I’m going to eat them all anyway.”
Addison laughs a little and grabs a chocolate chip from the pile. “I know. I didn’t even care that the oven heated up the whole stupid boat.”
Only her rail thin body won’t see the effects of the cookies, where my curves most certainly will—unless my nerves wear them away.
I slump further in my seat as the guys finish tying us to the dock. Dean’s relief at being on shore again is palpable.
Addison sighs as she takes another large bite. “Never in a million years did I think I ’d end up—”
“Running fro m The Middle Men and chasing shadows and hanging out in a dirty harbor in Nassau?” I try to tease even though this is a million miles from where I thought I’d be too. Even four months ago, I thought I’d probably head to some university near Seattle and close to my mom and now… Now I’m in the middle of this huge plot to… I’m not even sure what we’re trying to do. It started out as a quest for more information and turned into a million more things when I had a vision of Landon and I being interrogated by an older man who I now know is part of The Middle Men. And we decided not to go with them. I had no idea what would follow that decision.
It still seems to me that if they wanted us, coming nicely would have worked much better, but maybe I just saw too far into the future. I can’t keep that thought in my head, because it may mean that by running away, we’ve forced ourselves into my vision. Even with so much more understanding of what I do, there are so many more things I don’t understand.
“My biggest concern a few months ago was
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