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the tapes and examined their titles. She had Watchers, Near Dark, and The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. |
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Shaking her head, she laughed softly and muttered, 'Fine, wholesome family entertainment.' |
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But Tom would love them. He'd probably seen them already, but that wouldn't faze him at all. |
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'Now, if you've just got the guts to call him.' |
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The clock on the VCR showed 6:11 p.m. |
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If you're going to call him, Denise thought, you'd better do it now. Before he goes out somewhere. |
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Trying to ignore the unpleasant pounding of her heart, she got to her feet. She walked back into the kitchen and stared at the wall phone. |
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She felt awfully shaky. Drops of sweat slid down her sides. |
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If Mom and Dad find out I had him over . . . |
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They had one hard and fast rule: no boys in the house when we're not home. So far, Denise had never broken the rule. She'd been tempted, but the fear of being caught (even innocently watching television with the guy) had always prevailed. |
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Tonight, however, there was no chance of her parents walking in. They were spending the night with friends in Tiburon, which was a two-hour drive from Bixby. They'd phoned at 5:30 just to make sure nothing was amiss. And Dad, who loathed driving at night, was not about to head for home before day-light. Their actual plan was to leave Tiburon in mid-afternoon. |
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Still, something could go wrong. A neighbor might |
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