Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 41935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
“No, Dalton. The hot tub. Am I making the right choice? JP is taller than him. And a quarterback boyfriend is the ultimate, you know?”
“I think a good person you love being with is the ultimate.”
She rolls her eyes. “They both seem like good guys. You know what I’m saying. Pulling JP Covington would get me a lot more visibility.”
“You already have tons of visibility on your own.”
Why am I making the case for her to not choose JP? I’m just being honest because that’s my default. But if she ends up with Dalton and I have to scout out the restaurants they go to for dates and take the sheets off her bed after he stays the night with her, that will be really hard.
“I want tall kids, though.”
Farrah and I have had some great times together. She’s a weird mixture of inconsiderate and generous. But sometimes I want to scream at her. This is one of those times.
“I guess, go with JP then,” I say, exasperated.
“Dalton smells better, though. And I can tell he’s amazing in bed.”
I furrow my brow. “How can you tell that?”
“Just by the way he moves. And his confidence. And his body, obviously. I pay attention during yoga. He could do me in any position imaginable.”
A white-hot bolt of jealousy shoots through me. The thought of them in bed together is too much. I have no right to be this jealous, but I am.
“We need to get moving,” I say, swallowing my feelings.
“Okay, you’re right.”
I open the door, my gaze going straight to the wood tray on the floor. Shit. I forgot.
Every day that I’ve skipped sunrise yoga, Dalton has left me a breakfast tray. Yesterday’s had a note from him that said, Miss seeing you flip off the sky. Feel better soon.
It made me smile.
“At least they bring you breakfast,” Farrah says breezily, stepping around the tray. “Since this room is basically a prison cell, it’s the least they can do.”
My heart rate slows as she walks down the hallway. I dodged a bullet. If she had asked me who brought the tray, I probably would have panicked.
I take the tray into my room and set it on the bed. There’s a red rose in a little vase, a note tucked beneath it. When I peek beneath the silver dome over the plate, I see a decadent cheese omelet, just like the ones he brought the first three days. There’s also a bowl of berries and two pieces of bacon.
I’m going to devour this. It’s so much better than what I usually get for breakfast here, which is whatever’s left after the contestants and crew have ransacked the buffet. I’m too busy making Farrah’s food and prepping her waters in the morning to get to breakfast when it’s served.
I take out the note, carefully unfolding it.
We’re talking today.
My stomach does a nervous flip. I want to talk to him, but I also don’t. It doesn’t sound like I’m going to have a choice, though.
twelve
Dalton
Dalton: How did you know Trin was the one?
I’m on a lounger by the pool, waiting for my brother-in-law and best friend, Linc, to text me back. I’ve got a break from filming this afternoon, so I swam laps to burn off some nervous energy.
Alice is out with Farrah. I’m eager for them to get back because I haven’t even seen Alice today. I heard Farrah’s voice in her bedroom when I was bringing breakfast this morning, so I just left the tray.
Not seeing her is making me crazy. Even though I can’t say what I want to say to her when other people are around--which is always because there are like thirty people in the beach house at any given moment--at least I usually get to see her. Checking her out without getting busted for it is my new pastime.
Lincoln: You really want to know?
I cock my head as I read the message, narrowing my eyes at my phone screen.
Dalton: Spare me the intimate details, and for fuck’s sake don’t tell me the only way you knew my sister was the one is because of the sex.
Lincoln: I knew I loved her before we left the cabin. But when I got back home, that’s when I knew. Home didn’t feel like home anymore. She did.
A splashing sound makes me glance up, and I see June getting into the pool. She bites her lip, trying to look seductive, I think? I give my phone my full attention.
Dalton: I know this sounds crazy. I met someone here and I can’t think about anything but her. Haven’t even kissed her yet.
Lincoln: Why not? Never alone with her?
Dalton: The producers and league people have this show scripted. They tell me who to fake chemistry with. It’s not what I expected.
Lincoln: Really? You thought a reality show would be something other than manufactured drama?