I hesitated and then reached into the basket and pulled out the little tape recorder. This would be useful in a lot of ways. “Thanks.”
“Can I talk to you for a second?” Brodie was at my side, his hand tugging at my arm.
I gave Jendan and Marla a smile and walked away with Brodie, pocketing the mini-recorder before anyone else noticed I had it. “Sure. What’s up?”
Brodie kept a smile on his face as he walked me to the far end of the yard. When we were under the magnolia tree—the only real greenery in our little compound—he leaned in. “Did you tell Jendan and Marla about what Katy and Liam were planning?”
Busted. I crossed my arms over my chest and went for the non-answer. “What makes you think that?”
“Because they were cheering like they’d just gotten the Power Play, not like they’d won a basket of dippy ghost-hunting shit. It looked suspicious.” Anger flashed in his eyes, quickly masked again. “You did, didn’t you? You went and blabbed about this to your boyfriend.”
“First of all, he’s not my boyfriend,” I whispered at Brodie, getting furious myself. “Second of all, do you really think this is the best time to have this conversation? In front of everyone? They’re all staring at us, and they’re going to know something’s up.” I forced a flirty smile to my face and put a hand on his chest, just to make it seem like we were having a personal moment.
“You’re still not answering the question,” Brodie said, and his hands went to my waist, pulling me against him.
I wanted to shove him away in irritation, but I forced myself to put my arms around his neck. “You’re a suspicious dick.”
“I’m suspicious because I know I’m right. Just answer yes or no, Kandis, so I know how to play my game.” And to my surprise, he leaned in and brushed his mouth ever so lightly against my own. Then, he whispered, “Because if you screw me over, I’m going to ruin your game, too.”
That light, meaningless kiss held me frozen. I’d been expecting the flirty embrace to mask our words, but Brodie took things one step further, always. It was like he had no boundaries. Nothing he did meant anything to him.
So why did it send a weird little thrill through my body?
Because he’s good looking, I chided myself. No more, no less.
“I warned him,” I admitted, my breath fluttering against Brodie’s skin. Our mouths were still super close together, and it sent electric little jolts through my body. “Jendan’s playing with me, though. He’s safe. All I told him was that he needed to not come in last. That was all.”
“Okay. Thanks for telling me,” Brodie said.
And then he slapped my ass and walked away.
Outrage blasted through me, and I held stock-still for a long moment. He’d done that on purpose, just because he knew I couldn’t get mad. If I did, the others would think we were doing something other than canoodling under the tree, and they’d get suspicious. My mouth twisted into a reluctant smile of admiration.
Brodie wanted to play, did he? Game on.
~~ * ~~
“Tonight,” Liam said as he stood in front of the eleven people seated on the couches in the living room. He held a cue card in front of him, provided by the House Guests staff, and read from it. “The nomination ceremony will be different. For the rest of the season, you will be nominated on the same night you will be evicted. However, in honor of this first week in the house, tonight a team will be nominated and then voted off a few days from now.” Liam tossed aside the card, and glanced at his partner. “We ready to do this?”
She blew him a kiss. They were so adorable I wanted to puke. If they got to the end? No one else stood a chance.
“Right.” Liam rubbed his hair and gave us that quiet smile that told me he was acutely uncomfortable being in the spotlight. “I have to pick a team to nominate for eviction. Katy and I thought long and hard about this.” He glanced down at his blonde partner, who gave him a small little smile as if sharing a secret. He winked at her, and then he turned back to us. “In the end, we decided to just go with what we thought was fair for everyone, and picked the team that came in last in the reward challenge.”
At my side on the couch, Jendan’s leg nudged mine, as if to say Good call.
On my other side, Brodie nudged me, too. I was starting to feel like I was a punching bag caught between the two men.
Liam clasped his hands and exhaled. “So, tonight, I’m placing the team of Mickey and Lenore up on the block. I hope you guys realize it’s nothing personal, just that someone had to go up.”
“No problem,” Mickey said, a pleasant look on his broad face. He moved to the two chairs designated at the front of the room for the nominated players.
Lenore looked less pleased. She cast an angry look at Liam. “That just cost you the game, young man.”
Liam’s eyebrows went up in surprise, but it was Katy who lost her temper. She stood up, all five foot nothing of her, and put her hands on her hips, facing down the elder woman. “You just got our votes, then. I’m glad we put you up. I hope you’re the first one to go home. I—”
“Katy,” Liam murmured, putting an arm around the blonde’s shoulders and steering her away from Lenore. “Let it go, baby.”
“That was just rude,” Katy muttered, but she slid in close to Liam again, sending another scowl Lenore’s way.
Liam patted Katy’s shoulder and pulled out a blue House Guests card, reading from it. “The final vote will be two nights from now, when the live TV show is filmed again. Until then, the two nominated contestants will be allowed to campaign to try and sway votes to their side.”
“Yeah, good luck, Lenore,” Katy cut in.
Liam shushed his girlfriend again, but there was a smile on his face. The rest of us quietly laughed at small Katy’s fierce rage on her tough-looking boyfriend’s behalf. “Once the vote is finished and the contestant has left the house, you will prepare for the next Power competition and another game twist. Be ready.” He flipped over the card and then shrugged. “That’s all it says.”
“Another twist, huh?” Brodie rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Wonder what kind.”
“Nothing good, I’m sure,” Casper pointed out. Several others nodded.
“Well, enough about that,” Mickey said, getting to his feet. He clapped his hands and gave us all a beaming smile. “Who wants a massage, courtesy of their favorite masseuse who needs a vote?”