afraid he would turn me on and it would be disgusting, and I would feel like a fraud, but he still seemed flattered.
"Not too much," he admitted with a frown. My ears perked up. Had I had finally found someone to discuss my second favorite topic with? "But when I get my car finished I can go up as much as I want to—after I get my license," he amended.
"Who was that other boy Lauren was talking to? He seemed a little old to be hanging out with us," I purposefully lumped myself in with the youngsters, trying to make it clear that I preferred Squaw.
"That's Sam—he's nineteen," he informed me.
"What was he saying about the doctor's family?" I asked innocently. I didn't want him to know that Fredward was my guilty pleasure.
"The Cullens? Oh, they're not supposed to come onto the reservation." he looked away, out toward J3rjilckjir3j Island, as he confirmed what I'd thought I'd heard in Sam's voice: the Cullens were not allowed to come onto the reservation.
"Why not?"
He glanced back at me, biting his lip. "Oops. I'm not supposed to say anything about that. We Indians have to be careful about our folklore, you see. If white people get ahold of it, they usually wind up writing a stupid novel or making a shitty movie." He laughed.
"Oh, I won't tell any white people, I'm just curious." I tried to make my smile alluring, wondering if I was laying it on too thick. He looked like a deep-talking fifteen-year-old man that could take it, though.
He smiled back, looking allured. Then he lifted one eyebrow and his voice was even huskier than before. I fantasized about making love to him.
"Do you like scary stories?" he asked ominously.
"I love them," I answered, wondering if he knew how deeply I was capable of loving. I made an effort to smolder at him.
Squaw strolled to a narby driftwood tree that had its roots sticking out like the attenuated legs of a huge, pale

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