I figured someone has to see these pajamas in person. Plus, I need to make sure you’re not lying about the VCR.
Harris:
Oh, it’s very real.
Lucy:
Be advised: If I see one spider, I’m leaving.
Harris:
Noted. I’ll make it spider-free. Anything else I should prepare?
Lucy:
Popcorn. Pizza. Hot chocolate.
Harris:
Anything for my first official pajama party guest.
Lucy:
This is a party now?
Harris:
You can wear a bag if you want to.
Chapter 8
Harris
I spend the day nervously planning for my date with Lucy.
Planning.
Working out.
The day starts with me bailing on yoga. No way am I going to keep my cool twisted into baby poses with my mind spinning about Lucy coming over tonight.
So I plan some more.
Byplanning, I mean I race around the small town for hot chocolate and popcorn like a chicken with my head cut off. And even though I’ve only been here a few days, I clean the cabin to ensure there are no spiders in sight.
Yeah.
Productive stuff, I know.
Then, as if I’m not already losing my damn mind, I decide to join the team for one of those bonding activities in the lodge. You know, the kind where someone says, “This will bring us closer together,” but really it highlights how much we all secretly want to strangle each other.
Today’s activity? Would You Rather.
“Would you rather share a hotel room with Coach for an entire season or have him move into your house for a month?”
That gets everyone groaning.
“Do we actually have to talk to him in either scenario?” Elijah asks. “’Cause if so, I’m picking hotel room. At least I can leave during the day and I’m not a prisoner in my own damn house.”
