Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
“We didn’t get burgers when we visited the school.”
I pause, thinking back to our senior-year campus tour trip. “Oh yeah. But we got to eat in the cafeteria. That’s way better.”
“Yeah, but we were starved by then. Bet they get a burger and cafeteria trip at the end.”
“You’ve got a real fascination with food lately, my dear. Don’t skip your cardio.”
“Fuck off,” she laughs, tossing a crumpled receipt at me. “Okay, so candy in the bowls, flyers on the little stands, and what about the raffle basket?”
“If you can just go see if the boys have some tape we can use for the poster. That way, we know if we have to run somewhere else really fast or not. I’ll get the rest going.”
“Got it.”
I dig into the wagon, pulling out the basket for the raffle, and add the final touches. Unfortunately, all Granny Grace and Junie had to offer for the campus visits starting today were diapers and other baby-related items. But we don’t want to look like we’re encouraging the youth to go out and have unprotected sex while they’re here, so I vetoed that.
I may not have showed them the basket I did make though, that may or may not have a box of condoms in it.
I think it’s hilarious, seeing as the brochures I’ll be passing out today are for careers in child development. To be fair, Mason gave me a few swag pieces out of his prize box for the football team’s toss-game giveaway, so there are some AU-related items. I kept the beanie for myself, but no one needs to know that.
I set the basket on the left corner of the table, the ticket box beside it, and grab the bowls for the candy. I tear one bag open, pouring it into the dish, then bite the other, trying to use my teeth to get the damn thing to open. I tug and tug, and the damn plastic finally gives. But it splits down the center, and the contents pour out before I can stop it, half of it rolling off into the grass.
I groan, dropping to pick them up one by one so no loose grass gets into the bowl.
Ari comes back, laughing at the sight, and drops down by me. “I’m gone for five minutes and bam, disaster.”
“See? Proof I’m a mess without you. Don’t leave me again.”
“Cam…”
The soft tone of her voice has my head snapping up, and I laugh. “Oh my god, I’m kidding. I’m so happy for you and Noah. Promise. I love that he’s this mega rich boy now who can fly you out on the weekends to whatever bougie stadium he’s at next. Goals, girl. Goals.”
She smirks, narrowing her eyes playfully. “Liar. You hate traveling.”
“But I love going on vacation.”
“True, but you want a house with a big yard, and chickens with a dog best friend, and hot apple pie in the oven.”
I glare at her. “I don’t even like apple pie.” I pause, adding, “But the dog-and-chicken-best-friend thing sounds legit.”
Ari laughs loudly, and we drop onto our butts, picking up my mess.
But why did I have to pick single-wrapped Starburst?
We get everything settled, the horrible poster taped to the end of the table, and then take our seats behind it, just as a few waves of what look to be high school students walk down the path.
Ari starts playing on her phone, and I look around at some of the other booths, but it’s the one a good hundred yards over that catches my attention.
The library booth, sitting right across from the football team’s.
Brady’s little library girl stands there, a big wicker basket in her hands. She’s talking to another girl, and that one keeps looking across the way. Finally, she stands and gives the redhead a little push. She stumbles on her feet a bit, tucking her hair behind an ear as she crosses the walking path.
My eyes lock on to her as she moves, and I can’t tell from here, but I bet her cheeks are blazing as she approaches her target.
Brady spots her rather quickly, and when he does, his smile is so wide, I couldn’t possibly miss it.
He has a football in his hands, and he tucks it under his arm, stepping closer to her.
She’s mini. A teeny, tiny thing. Pretty in every sense of the word. Her red hair is in a sweet, loose braid over her shoulder, and her dress, while formfitting, is long, the sleeves wrapping around her hands.
She lifts the basket a little, and his attention falls to what’s inside.
He smiles again, reaching in and pulling out some sort of treat. He stares at her, saying something as he opens and makes a show of eating it.
Her gaze falls to her feet, so I can only assume he’s being his usual flirty self. I wonder if he likes shy girls. This one is really shy.