Perfect Ten by Sean Michael

Author:Sean Michael [Michael, Sean]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Brian parked the car and all but ran up the walk.

He tried to slow down, tried to wipe the smile off his face.

Just another day. Nothing special here.

He walked into the apartment, closed the door, and called out a casual "Hey."

The Mars bars in his pocket felt heavy. Could have been gold bricks for what they were worth. He had to bite his lip to keep from laughing.

"Hey." Chris was standing on his hands, doing push ups, skin sheened with sweat. "I put one of Mom's casseroles in the oven."

God, Chris looked good. Really good.

"Sounds good. Does it have chocolate in it?" He bounced a little on his heels.

"Huh? No. Chicken and cheese and those whole wheat noodle things."

"How many more of those do you have to do?" he asked.

Not that he didn't like the view, Chris' muscles working as he did one push up after another. But he had news to share and, for some reason that he couldn't remember, he'd decided he wanted to surprise Chris with it instead of just coming out and telling him.

"Four." Up, down, up, down, up, down and then Chris' legs slowly came down, Chris controlling it the entire way.

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"Man, if the sponsors could see you now." He shut his mouth, teeth clicking together. Hello—what happened to just another day, nothing special here?

"Yeah, yeah. We have to get us one or two of those before long, or I'll be hunting another job." Chris rolled over but stayed on the floor, looking at Brian.

He nodded, and pulled a Mars bar out of his pocket and tossed it over. "Have a chocolate bar." He grinned, back to bouncing.

Chris caught it, stared, started opening it. "I can't have this, man..."

"Well, I don't think they're going to like that. I think they want you to at least pretend to like the product." He waited for the penny to drop.

"They want..." Chris blinked, stared. "No shit? Bri?"

He nodded and laughed, and pulled more bars out of his pocket, and the check that would be enough to cover them through to Chris' first real competition in the fall.

"If you impress them at the Regionals, they'll stay on.

They were really impressed by the video, by your drive." And he'd called in a lot of favors.

"No shit?" Chris dropped the candy, eyes just dazed.

"Really?"

"No shit. I almost took the check to the bank, but I thought you'd like to see it. You know, see it, smell it, take it to bed with us."

"No. I don't want to rip it."

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"Okay, okay." He laughed and put the check into his wallet. "I could stick my wallet in the freezer. In case of a break-in," he teased.

"No. The bank. Oh, man. Wow. So? What next?" Chris bounced, staring at him, eyes lit up.

"What next is we keep doing what we're doing. And you smoke the competition in October. That's what's next." He laughed, just thrilled to pieces.

"Okay." Chris nodded, chewing on his bottom lip. "Okay.

I'd better buckle down hard, then, huh? Win it.

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