“Oh, that? It’s my uncle and some of his buddies. They’ve got this folk, grunge, worship band mix going on in Oregon. Call themselves the Babylon Eunuchs. You know, because Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego were probably ... Well, never mind. Do you like it?”
He turned the volume up, which made the slightly off-key singing even more discordant. “It’s not bad,” Kennedy lied. At least it gave her an excuse to not have to hold a conversation. Unfortunately, as soon as the first song ended, Nick turned off the CD. “You know, now that we’re alone, I’ve been wanting to ask you something.”
Kennedy felt her body tense and fought her muscles to relax. Her mind raced back to all her previous encounters with Nick, including a pseudo-date over Christmas break when they went out together for clam chowd
