Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Spencer, can we get your help over here in a minute?” someone called.
“I’ll be right there,” he replied. “This is it. Last round, everyone. Let’s alter the rules a bit so both teams can guess. Whoever gets it, wins.”
Of course it was on my time to do the acting. Not that I cared. It would be fun to see if Spencer could guess what I was doing.
“We got this!” I told my team before going up to the bowl and drawing a slip of paper out.
Power Rangers.
What the fuck were the odds?
My gaze snapped to Spencer, who was watching me with a concerned look on his face. I tossed a smile his way, which he returned, but I actually wasn’t sure if he realized he did it.
“Okay…let’s do this!” I told my team as I went to stand in front of the group. My heart was racing. It was silly to be excited about something so small, but I was. My team was supposed to win. I wanted them to win, but for some strange reason, I wanted Spencer to guess correctly too.
“Ready…set…go!”
I immediately held up two fingers so they knew the answer was two words. I could do this…how in the fuck did I do this?
I pretended to touch where a belt buckle would be, the way they did on the original intro opening. Everyone shouted things at me but none of them right. From there I tried to do a spin-and-kick thing—and keeping it real, a karate star I was not. Spencer let out a loud laugh.
“Hey! That’s not nice,” I told him.
“You can’t talk,” one of the players said.
“It wasn’t part of the clue.” Speaking of, I wasn’t doing any of the acting I needed to do, and the clock was ticking. I tried to remember what each of the rangers had done. Yellow was next, so I tried to act hers out, then the black ranger, then the pink one. Time was running out, and none of the things people yelled at me were even close. Did these kids not know good television anymore? What the fuck?
Just before the timer dinged, my gaze caught Spencer’s again. I didn’t know what he saw in my expression or my movements as I kept trying to be a fucking ranger, but he suddenly grinned and shouted, “Power Rangers!”
“Shit! He got it.” Why did that make giddy excitement fill my gut?
Team Spencer jumped up and down, celebrating their win. We weren’t poor sports, so we congratulated them.
“I can’t believe I got Power Rangers,” I said when we walked away.
“I can’t believe I guessed it. Come on. Let’s get you something to eat, and then I’ll take care of whatever they need me for and I’ll be back.”
I stumbled, though I didn’t know why. It wasn’t odd for someone to offer to feed someone else, but for some reason, I really appreciated it from Spencer. Almost like I did with Marcus, which was weird as fuck. “Okay.”
Spencer led me to the refreshments table. There was a whole lot of junk food I was definitely not putting into my stomach. He seemed to notice and said, “If there’s nothing here you’ll eat, I’ll find a way to get you something else. I’ll order something you like or—”
“You would order something I liked just for me?”
He frowned. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
I didn’t know. Marcus would. So would Park and Declan, and by extension, I knew Kai, Elliott, and Sebastian would as well, but most people wouldn’t. They would expect me to eat something that would make me feel like shit about myself because to them, it wasn’t a big deal. People tended to think that about things they didn’t have strong feelings about themselves, and didn’t understand it wasn’t the same for everyone.
I didn’t know how to answer Spencer or why I suddenly felt…weird, so I just said, “There’s fruits and veggies. I can eat that. Are those turkey cold cuts? I’ll eat those too.”
“That works. When this is over, we can grab something else too.”
I smiled. “Thanks, CB.” My hands shook slightly, my throat feeling a little tight. I was losing my shit both last night and tonight and needed to nip it in the bud.
“I’ll be back, superstar.” He winked at me, then disappeared. Damned if I didn’t feel like a superstar in that moment.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Spencer
Was it strange that I didn’t want to leave Corbin? I was pretty sure it was, so I decided to pretend that nugget of truth didn’t exist. Instead, I went to see what they needed my help with. Luckily, it wasn’t a big deal and nothing major was wrong. We had an argument between two of the kids, and then a small water-leak disaster, which was the last fucking thing we needed.
As I dealt with finding more towels to help clean up, blocking off the bathroom, then hunting down my notebook with vendors, I couldn’t help sneaking in to take a peek at Corbin every few minutes.