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I look up in the rounded centre and smile. “I made it.”
Casper watches me like I’m a crazy person. Or a simple one. He’s probably dying to tell me to do one, but all he does is stare at me until I feel like crawling out of my own skin.
I swallow a lump of unease as I take a step back. He doesn’t move an inch.
Okay, someone needs to move.
Stop looking at him.
His eyes are hypnotic, and the longer he stares, the harder my heart beats. It wouldn’t take much longer for me to have a coronary.
Move. Your. Feet.
I take another step back and use every ounce of energy I can muster to turn and walk away from him, retracing my steps with heavy legs and a sense of dread sitting low in my stomach.
CHAPTERFOUR
With the weird thing that happened in the maze buried deep,deepinside my head, stored in a locked filing cabinet, and the key thrown in the ocean, I manage to regain my excitement for the event.
Reggie drives us home from the Harts’ when we’re done, and he’s buzzing, too. I love Casper’s parents and his family home. Him, not so much. He was a bit of a prick and pulled some even stranger shit in that maze.
Which I will never think about. Starting again fromnow.
I watch the thick muscles under Reggie’s dark skin when he takes a sharp right. He’s a good distraction.
Casper is right behind us, driving a little too closely in his penis extension of a Porsche. If that was me, I would be swearing, but Reggie just laughs under his breath every time he checks his mirror.
“That felt so good,” I say, tapping my notebook. We have alotto do, and thanks to the original date not being available, we’ve lost a week already.
“Right. Our first paid job is a big one. Good call on the circus theme, by the way.”
“Thanks. I remember my aunt and uncle taking me for my birthday treat one year. I must’ve been six or seven. I loved it. Of course, the events are on another level, but everyone loves a bit of fire breathing. We need to get in touch with those companies ASAP so we’re not left with a cheesy circus act.”
“I’ll do it. I know a guy.”
I turn my body towards him. “You know a guy in the circus?”
“Not sure they call themselves the circus, but yeah. He’s a trapeze artist.”
“Where did you meet him?”
“My cousin’s stag weekend. I don’t remember much from that weekend, but I remember him. Like a hoover,” he says wistfully.
“All right, then.”
Reggie laughs. “I’ll call him and see if his company has our date available.”
“He owns the company?”
“His older brother does.”
“What’s this guy’s name?”
“Eric.”
“That’s not a trapeze… person’s name.”
Laughing, he asks, “And what is atrapeze person’sname?”
