Chapter 37

Boone flicked the TV on and sat in the arm chair. “Go ahead, Red,” he said without looking at me. “Nico says he’ll be our subject. Him being dyslexic and all. As long as we say that he’s been prematurely accepted at McGill University. Pre-med, no more, no less.”

I glanced over at Nick. A cocky half smile hung on his lips. “That’s right. Saint-Amour flunked me twice. Said I was a lost cause.” He leaned forward and pushed a strand of his ash blond hair out of his eyes. “You got your questions ready? I gotta be at work soon.”

His eyebrows are alive. He has a thousand different smiles. His eyes are like glaciers floating in the deepest, bluest of all seas.

I shot a nervous glance at Boone but realized that he wouldn’t acknowledge my panic. I cleared my throat and took a deep breath. “I—I—I haven’t pre—prepared anything really. I mean, I—I thought that we—we would—”

“So wing it, O’Reilly.”

Wing it. I’d never winged anything in my life. I wasn’t even sure what that meant.