"Wen Spencer - Ukiah 2 - Taintet Trail" - читать интересную книгу автора (Spencer Wen)

much of the information on Kittanning's birth certificate was accurate, they couldn't prove any of it.
"No, it's the same doctors. If it would be easier, you can just call and reschedule. You don't have to
take him."
"Yes, I do. He's my son, Ukiah. He was born because you came to rescue me. I made a
commitment to him when we put my name down as mother on his birth certificate. I have responsibilities
for him, even if we're not married."
There was that word again. If.
It seemed they had fallen off an edge the day Kittanning was created. Ukiah had been killed
protecting Indigo, and Indigo went on to rain cold vengeance down on those who killed him. Wedding vows
seemed trivial after I will die for you and I will make sure your sacrifice was not in vain were made
deed. Yet without those spoken wedding vows, how could I love you now become I will love you
forever"?
Max touched his shoulder, making Ukiah aware of him. Kraynak stood beside Max, fumbling with a
bottle of Dramamine. Max tapped his watch.
"I need to go," Ukiah told Indigo. "Do you want me to call you later?"
She mulled the question over with a long, drawn-out "um." "No. I don't relish trying to get Kitt back
asleep if the phone wakes him. Call me tomorrow morning."
"Okay." He mouthed "Indigo" to Max, who had queried him with one raised eyebrow and a glance
at the phone. "We're three hours behind you, so I'll call before I start to track, see how the appointment
went."
"Be careful," Indigo warned, and then added, as if in consideration of the dangers he might be soon
facing, an earnest "I love you."
"What appointment?" Max asked after Ukiah hung up.
Ukiah recounted the conversation as they threaded through the crowds. Max guided him to a
distant wing of the airport catering to Horizon Airlines. Four abbreviated gates shared one large sitting area.
"You've got to marry that girl." Max showed their boarding passes.
The woman at the counter said, "Gate eleven" and waved them through.
"We talk about getting married all the time." Ukiah followed Max out to an open walkway. Every
ten feet, the walkway had a large doorless exit to the tarmac. A turboprop airplane sat at each such "gate."
Behind Ukiah, Kraynak groaned at the sight of the small airplanes. Gate eleven was the last opening before
the walkway ended. The door of the plane had been folded down to make a five-step ramp up into the
aircraft.
"We're eight A, B, and C," Max said. "We're the next to last row, two right, one left. And?"
Max prompted Ukiah back to the conversation. It was interesting, Ukiah thought, that Max felt so
comfortable discussing other people's lives. If this were a discussion on Max's love life, it would already be
over. Usually Max had to be drunk before he was willing to talk about his dead wife or the idea of dating
again.
 "Well," Ukiah reluctantly admitted, "we actually kind of dance around the idea of marriage. I think
we're both still scared about the idea."
"What's to be scared of?" Max stowed his briefcase and took the left aisle seat.
Kraynak ducked through the door and paused in the front of the plane to talk earnestly with the
flight attendant, dwarfing her with his bulk. Ukiah glanced back at Kraynak, and then whispered to Max.
"Start with I'm not human and work your way down."
Max gave him a hard, disapproving stare. "You are human," he said in a quiet, uncompromising
tone. "Go on."
Ukiah sighed, stowing his carry-on. "My moms hate the idea of me marrying Indigo. They don't
want us to rush into anything. They've never been really happy that Indigo and I had sex before we even
had a first date."
"Well, it was kind of sudden." Max allowed.
"Mom Lara has this cascade theory, that Indigo seduced me because she overreacted to me saving