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“To say that I’m in geek heaven over this story is an understatement. It’s always fun to have guest appearances of characters show up in another story but Cross Pollination #1 takes this to level expert in the art of weaving multiple story lines into one cohesive and riveting adventure.” ~Cathie Williamson

poolyfall_3dbookcvr_20nov2016_300x_whitebakcleanThey’d traded the Durango for Lincoln’s Lincoln. India knew he was amused to be able to drive around with his name on his car. But she wasn’t taking his car for his amusement. It was just a little less conspicuous than the Sheriff’s department vehicle. India snatched his keys right out of his hand and went for the driver’s seat.

“Oh, okay, why don’t you drive,” he said. He got in the passenger side. “Wait now, you’re arm’s in a sling and you’ve had pain medication.”

“I have not had pain medication. I didn’t swallow it.”

“Oh. Well, your arm’s still in a sling.”

“It’s fine,it’s an automatic, and I still have one good arm.” She started the engine and backed out of the space. “Besides, I know how you are when you’re sleepy. You’d run us in a ditch.”

“You really are on a mission aren’t you?”

“And now,” she said, turning onto Park Park. “You are too.”

Steering through the less-traveled streets to the location where the woods fed back into town, India said, “Mind you, I’m still not convinced Napoleon is innocent, but I’m following the leads I have.”

“It’s not Leon, India. He’s a moron, now.”

“I don’t hear any brotherly love in that, Lincoln. Shame shame.”

“Oh, you know better. I’m done with him. And my not-father. “Which reminds me…” He half-turned in the seat. “Since I came so close to shaking hands with the Grim Reaper, it’s made me realize some things.”

“You need more life insurance?”

He snorted. “Seriously, India. Didn’t that experience make you think about things a little more?”

“It made me think about staying away from cliffs.”

When she noticed his silence, she glanced over, and saw that he was, indeed, serious. “Okay, sorry. What’s on your mind?”

“It made me realize how precarious life is. We could check out at any moment. And I don’t want to be sorry for the things I didn’t do.”

“If you were checked-out, you couldn’t be sorry for things you didn’t do. You’d be dead.”


“Okay. Okay. Go on.”

“I’m thinking about asking Kennedy to marry me.”

India glanced at him, and back to the road. Then glanced at him again. “Are you asking me for permission?”

“You’re my best friend, India. And he’s your father. I thought it was worth mentioning.”

“I know you love him, Lincoln, and he loves you. So what’s the problem?”

“What if he says no?”

She wiped at the condensation on the windshield. “He’s not going to say no.”

“How do you know? Did he say something?”

“Don’t be a nervous Nelly. It doesn’t look good on you.”

He sat back against the seat. “Then I’m going to do it.”

“Good for you.”

A smile crept onto his face at the thought. “So what about you and Tegan?”

“What about us?”

“Are you two ever going to make it legal?”

“Why does everyone think every relationship has a trajectory that ends in marriage? God, I need some coffee.”

“So you’re against gay marriage?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“What did you say, then?”

“I said I don’t understand why everyone thinks every—”

He held up a stilling hand. “Yeah, yeah. I’m just saying, India, you might wake up one day and realize you should have done it.”

Maybe he had a point. What would be so different if she and Tegan were married? Just a piece of paper. A piece of paper that would likely make Tegan very happy. Still, it was legal, now. It wouldn’t be like playing house, It would be the real thing. Was she ready for the real thing?

“You and Tegan love each other, so you should make it official.”

“It is official. I officially love her.”

“Well getting someone isn’t the same as keeping them.”

“Why? Did she say something to you?”

“Now who’s being the nervous Nelly?”