“Just having a little fun,” Chris said.
“You know she’s got an industrial meat grinder, right?”
Chris stared at him a moment.
“Mind out of the gutter, ass. She grinds her own meat for dog food.”
A slow grin spread across his friend’s face. “Yeah. Not what I was picturing at all.”
“Asshole.” Jase shook his head.
“Ready,” Patrick said.
“Ready,” Jordan said.
“Ladies?” Cole asked.
“What?” Bree asked, distracted from her whispered conversation with Denise. “Oh. Yeah. We’re ready.”
Jase checked his watch. “Okay. I’ve got sixteen-oh-four. I’ll give you ’till seventeen-oh-five.”
“Aww, man. That’s so generous, that extra minute,” Cole said.
“Ready?” Jase asked.
“Wait,” Bree said. “Are the locations marked with anything?”
“Orange tape,” Chris said.
Bree nodded and leaned close to Denise to whisper something.
“Go!” Chris called.
“Bree.” Jase flipped her ponytail over her shoulder. “Be careful.”
She winked and tweaked the brim of her hat like she was Humphrey Bogart in a fedora. She jogged after Denise, and they headed off into the woods.
“Fuck.” Jordan stopped cold in his tracks, staring slack-jawed as Bree jogged after Denise.
What the fuck?Jase looked at Jordan’s ashen face.
“Jordan. You comin’?” Patrick called out as he hurried off.
“What was that about?” Chris asked.
“I have no idea,” said Jase.
“You know the girls headed off in the wrong direction, right?”
Jase grinned and clapped Chris on the back. “Don’t count your ten bucks just yet.”
“Why’s that?”
“They’re heading to the last point first.”
“What?” Chris looked in the direction the girls had taken.
“Think about it. We usually run out of time before we hit all the points. If we do get to the last point, we’re dragging on the way back. Hit the last point first and work back. Better chance of hitting all the points, and shorter distance to run back.”
