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As we begin to walk again, I sneak a peek at him. Wondering what it would be like to kiss him. I already know he’s a good cook. And a good dancer.
But is he a good kisser?
I expect I know the answer. Not that kissing will be on the fake-relationship agenda. Being seen together a few times, like this, is all it will take. My friends are going to think it’s nuts.
“I leave you to it,” Tris says as we reach my tent. He puts the beers on the counter, and I place mine next to them.
“Drink up!” I say to my crew.
It takes all of three seconds for them to be scooped up.
“Thanks, Chef,” Phil says, giving Tris a weird look. Not that I blame him.
“Catch you in a bit?” Tris asks, winking at me.
And now, I’m a puddle. I don’t even remember to answer as my rival, and fake budding relationship, walks away.
“What the hell was that?” Phil doesn’t mince words.
Unfortunately, I don’t have a great answer.
14
Tristano
“That was nuts.” Poor Jen is staring out into the square, wide-eyed and exhausted. “I’ve been to Festa so many times and never realized how much went on back here.”
“That should be the worst of it. Go walk around, take a break,” I tell her.
“I’m good, thanks. Oh, your brother stopped by during the rush. He wanted me to tell you he moved the pickup to behind the tent. Said if you need to dump anything in it, he’s making a run at ten.”
With the crowd having died down substantially since the dinner rush, I grab some of our empties and carry them out to Gian’s truck. Loading up the trays, I’m about to head back into the tent when I see her.
Likely because I’d been looking.
Evie is carrying something to her car as I make my way toward her.
“How was your rush?”
Startled, she jerks her head toward me. “I didn’t see you there.”
Evie looks behind me and waves her hand furiously, summoning me toward her. Curious, I close the gap between us.
“Don’t look. Behind you,” she whispers.
Of course I do the thing she tells me not to.
“Tris!”
“Who is it?”
There are two people coming up the blocked-off street. Normally the only people behind the tents are those working them, but sometimes people avoid the crowds in the square by sneaking past the blockades to make their way from one block to the next.
“Lee Adams and her boyfriend.”
The name doesn’t ring a bell.
“English teacher? Bridgewater High?”
