Page 31 of Coastal Runaway

“Shorts.” Nolan went after her.

Aiden followed, “Net.”

There was no hesitation from Keegan when she said, “Cleats.”

Well damn.

I looked around the table and then said, “Kick.”

“Goal” Maggie chimed in after me.

“Okay, timer starts now. Debate.” Maeve smiled, pointing around the table.

I looked at Keegan, who was staring right back at me with an eyebrow raised. As if she knew I was about to challenge her. She was right.

“It’s Keegan.” I crossed my arms and raised a brow in answer.

“But her answer fit, I think it’s Nolan. His word choice was so vague. It could’ve been any sport.” Maggie claimed.

“It’s supposed to be vague, Mags, that way the chameleon doesn’t catch on.” Nolan rolled his eyes and she tried to reach across the table to slap his arm.

“Nope. It’s Keegan.” I maintained.

“Why is it me?” She fluttered her lashes to try to act innocent. Oh yeah, I’ve got her. She couldn’t flirt her way out of this one.

“Because when everyone else was thinking about what to choose, you were tracking where on the card they were looking, and when you guessed the word you looked to the left and down. You’re lying.”

“I can tell you what the word is.” She countered.

“I have no doubt, Tig, doesn’t mean you’re not the chameleon.”

The others made comments about who it was, but I was locked in on the blonde across from me. The timer went off and Maeve announced that it’s time to vote. One by one we cast our votes.

“Nolan.”

“Nolan.”

“Nolan.”

“Keegan.”

“Maggie.”

Nolan flipped his card and slammed it down, clearly showing that he was not the chameleon, “You’re all so mean to me.”

I looked at Keegan who wore a satisfied smile as she twirled her card around to reveal that she was the chameleon, “The word is Soccer.” She winked at me.

Everyone around the table groaned.

“Everytime!” Maeve laughed.

”I told you but no one listens!” I stood and threw my hands up, “I’m getting a drink.”

I walked into the kitchen to make a new drink, but mostly to get away from the prying eyes. I knew Keegan better than I had ever known anyone, even Nolan. Sometimes that reminder stung. The more time I spent around her, the more I felt my self control slipping.

A throat cleared behind me, “So, how’d you know?”

Keegan walked into the kitchen and propped herself up on the counter. She leaned back on her hands, not breaking eye contact with me.