“I’m a dancer.” I shrug. “Apparently that’s what they’re looking for. It isn’t going to be tumbles and stunts. They want a team of professional dancers to perform choreographed shows during hockey games and travel with the team.”
Something passes in both Tucker's and Colsen’s eyes. I think it’s admiration.
“I hope you get selected.” Colsen says. “We’d get to see each other a lot if the cheerleaders traveled with our team.”
Tucker agrees. “Yeah, that would be fun. And if not, don’t worry. Talia and I grew up here in Star Cove, and we knoweveryone in town. We can find out about every job available and put in a good word for you and Jodie.”
“That’s very generous of you, Tucker.” I smile.
The last week has been the scariest, most stressful time of my life, but things seem to be looking up since we got here.
Maybe destiny decided to give me a helping hand and the fresh start I needed after what happened in Hemlock Beach.
During our drive across the country, I’ve been racking my brain to try to figure out exactly what went down in Tim’s room.
But there’s a big chunk of my memory missing from when Tim and I started kissing to the morning after, when I woke up covered in blood.
As far as I know, Tim and I were alone in his room, and the drugs in my system made me do something unthinkable.
Jodie and I have been keeping an eye on the news, and there have been no updates on the case.
It looks like I might be getting away with murder. I only have to hope that karma doesn’t decide otherwise.
CHAPTER SEVEN
A WAGER
TARYN
Tucker and I walk around the pier eating the best funnel cake I’ve ever had.
The cake isn’t the only thing I’m enjoying, however.
Tucker isn’t just good looking, he’s also very funny. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so much during a date.
Wait a minute, is this a date? I think so, but I don’t have a lot of experience to be totally sure.
I haven’t been dating that much in general. In high school I was always too busy trying to get the perfect GPA to win a full academic scholarship to the college of my dreams. And once college started, I had to keep good grades to keep my scholarship and between my classes and the dance team, there wasn’t a lot of time for romance.
As we wander around the pier, we spot a long line of people in front of a purple tent.
The neon sign on it says “Fortune Teller.”
Tucker notices that the long line got my attention. “Do you want to have your fortune told?”
I immediately shake my head. “No, thank you. I don’t believe in this stuff.”
To my surprise, Tucker is a believer. “Normally I’d agree with you. But Madame Svetlana is a bit of a local celebrity and she’s pretty legendary in town.”
I’m still not convinced. “How so?”
“She’s been known to be very good at predicting people’s futures.”
A laugh escapes me and I can’t help but roll my eyes. “Come on, really? There’s no such thing as predicting the future. Our future hasn’t been written yet, so how can she know?”
“And yet,” Tucker insists. “She’s gotten it right many times. I have a few friends who swear by Madame Svetlana’s divination skills. She’s apparently infallible in predicting people’s love lives.”
There’s no way he’s going to convince me that a carnival fortune teller can predict the future. “Probably she’s just very observant, and she’s good at picking up people’s non-verbal cues. With a little work, anyone could guess a few things about a perfect stranger and then make up some cryptic nonsense about the future.”
