The Consequence of Revenge by Rachel Van Dyken

Author:Rachel Van Dyken [Van Dyken, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781477830642
Publisher: Skyscape
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

BECCA

I almost wore black.

I didn’t want to wear white just because Reid happened to mention it was Max’s favorite. Yeah, it really sounded like middle school, when you plan your outfit the day before, from your shoes all the way up to your earrings, in hopes that the captain of the basketball team looks in your direction.

Taking a deep breath, I checked my watch and waited. Max was supposed to come pick up the girls.

I was first.

And he was late.

Five minutes later I honestly felt stood up, which was stupid because it was a TV show. It wasn’t going to happen.

When a knock finally did sound at the door, I nearly fell off the bed scrambling to get it.

It wasn’t real.

Not a real date.

So I let Max knock again.

I finally opened the door after the third knock and almost choked on the humid air.

Max.

Max smiling.

Max smiling, in a white button-down shirt that was slightly open at the neck.

Max wearing linen pants with his white button-down, with a killer tan and megawatt smile.

Swear it was like watching Ocean’s Twelve when Brad Pitt walks out of the elevator in his cream suit.

Swoon-worthy moment.

“Hey.” Max reached for my hand. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I managed, my legs filling with lead as I stared at him.

“Great.” He shoved his hands in his pockets while his eyes roamed over my body. “I really, really like your dress.” He drank me in, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. I did a little twirl. I wasn’t wearing anything special, just a white halter-top sundress.

“Beautiful.” His smile was so warm, so appreciative, that my heart did a little skip. “Shall we?” His arm was in front of me, and then my hand hooked underneath it, and we were walking to the next hut. The humidity in the air was already causing me to sweat. The thing about humidity? It makes every scent come alive. So walking with Max, even for those few short feet, was pure torture. What the hell kind of cologne did he use? It had a fresh, almost breezy scent mixed with . . . pine? Something piney. It was . . . really, really . . . addicting. I had a sudden urge to taste him, just to see if the taste was better than the smell.

But we were already at the next hut. Gina’s hut. One camera was placed to the side so it could watch all reactions, while the other was facing us.

Max knocked.

Gina answered on the first knock, nearly sending Max sailing to the ground, since he’d clearly assumed he’d have to knock twice.

“I’m ready,” she announced, barreling out of her room, wearing a camo dress. It had slits on both legs all the way up to her hips. Holy crap. I had to hand it to her, though, with her sharp features, tall figure, and all-around exotic, yet sometimes scary, good looks, it worked. It really worked. And it made me feel kind of .

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