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He leaned over and brushed his lips against hers, then planted a quick kiss on her bare
shoulder. "I expect to be around for it," he said softly.
She pulled back from him sharply, glaring with feigned suspicion at his surprised
expression. "Are you sure you aren't some kind of alien or a spy or a scientist doing an
experiment on me? This kind of thing never, never happens in my life."
Chris chuckled, then leaned back in his chair. "You find it hard to believe I'm serious,
don't you?"
Jen wondered how much she should say. "I have lots of strengths and weaknesses, but
I would particularly say that the placement of faith in other people is not exactly one of
the things in which I excel."
Suddenly, he reached into his pocket. "I know. I'll give you my most prized
possession." He handed her the smallest cell phone she'd ever seen. "Take it. I'm
serious. Take it as a token of my affection and as a souvenir of this lovely weekend."
"So now I'm going to get all of your urgent phone calls? Thank you, what an unusual
gift."
He rolled his eyes, then flicked her on the forehead with his finger. "No, Jen. I'm going
to change the number. I can change the service, and then nobody will know the number
except for me."
"Well, if nobody knows the number except for you, what's a cell phone going to do for
me?"
Chris paused, then took her hand again. "It's gonna ring, Jen. It's gonna ring a lot."
She smiled and laughed, running her fingers over the hard plastic case. "I'll take your
word for it."
"My word's good," he assured her, throwing her a wink.
part eighteen: chase
Dawson had always loved the porch of his parents' house. He had been known to sit
there for hours, staring at the creek with his feet up on the rickety wicker table. In
California, his apartment had a tiny balcony on which he had perched a white plastic
chair, but the view of the Target and the Payless Shoe Source just wasn't the same.
Now, back on that porch in the darkness, enjoying the slight breeze that cut the warm air
of late summer, he was reminded of all the things he had done on that very spot. It had
been home base for hide-and-seek, of which he, Pacey, and Joey had long ago played
an unconventional version which usually ended when either Pacey or Joey quit because
the other had committed some mysterious rules infraction that went unspecified. The
porch had also served as an impromptu craft services table when Dawson made his