Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
I couldn’t lie, it was the best fucking rush to combine dancing and trampolines.
“Hey, Parker!”
“Hey!” I nodded to Andy and Kim as I removed my shoes. We’d bought these ridiculously soft-sole sh…actually, I couldn’t call them shoes. More like really thick rubber socks. Perfect for jumping in.
The park’s theme colors were black and purple, so that was what we’d opted for with our workout clothes too. On the opening day, we’d get tees with the company logo.
Before I jumped over to my group, I glanced up at the cafeteria and spotted Wyatt looking out over the trampolines. I waved at him, and he smiled and waved back.
If I went nuts on the trampoline below the cafeteria, I bet I could make him laugh when I jumped the same height he was at. I guesstimated the cafeteria was about fifteen feet up.
Later, maybe. For now, I ran along the mattress framework till I reached my dancin’ buddies. It wasn’t a big crowd, but we were hella good, all nine of us.
Andy was in charge, and he was a good leader. “Five minutes of warm-up!”
I left the mattress and gave the nearest trampoline a couple test jumps, and I stretched my arms and rolled my neck.
Kim jumped over to me. “Hi.”
“Hello.” I grinned.
She pointed toward the cafeteria. “That’s Mr. Abrams up there.”
“By golly, is it?!” I swung my gaze that way, all theatrical-like. “Oh my, it is.”
She laughed and shoved me. “Mya says you’re together. Are you?”
I couldn’t pretend to jerk around anymore. I wanted to tell her. “Yeah. He’s just…yeah.”
“Oh my God, look at your face.” She grinned and shook her head. “So you faked being sick together, huh?”
I snickered and put a little more oomph into the jumps, and she followed. When I hit the surface, she was in the air and vice versa.
“We totally did.”
“Aww, that’s cute—and mildly frustrating because we had to deal with four emergencies for the conference.”
Oops?
I considered it a win the first time I did a flip in the air, and I caught Wyatt doing a double take at me.
But he’d seen nothing yet. After a music-less warm-up, Andy asked Kim and me to demonstrate the program we had so far, which covered the first minute of a song that was two minutes and forty-five seconds long. It was the chunk she and I were in charge of.
“Okay, just spread out along the sides for now,” Kim instructed. “Aadesh, you can push play when Parker and I are at the wall.”
We jumped down to the short-end wall—the opposite one from the cafeteria.
“I’m gonna film it.” Andy gave us a heads-up.
Seconds later, a slightly sped-up version of “Merry Xmas Everybody” pumped out of the speakers, and Kim and I exchanged a nod. Those fourteen seconds of semi-calm in the beginning were the perfect length to get people’s attention at the opening.
After that, the song morphed into a hardcore EDM remix, and that was our cue.
We pushed off the wall, sprinted along the mattresses before we jumped onto two trampolines—she took the left; I took the right—and we gained altitude in three jumps, then performed a double flip, landed once, jumped over to the next trampoline, two heavy jumps, we locked eyes, and we dove diagonally at the same time so she landed on the next trampoline in my row, and I landed on hers. No rest for the wicked, Kim performed a series of twists and spins in the air while I jumped up on a platform and then sprinted off it.
I spun in the air and landed on my back on the trampoline, jumped up, landed on the mattress, jumped to the next trampoline, did a cartwheel into another, and met up with Kim on the biggest mat at the center, where we took turns doing triple side flips.
Heart pounding, adrenaline surging, I wasn’t ready to stop when Andy cut the music, but I was ready to see the look on Wyatt’s face. It did things to my stomach, and I grinned gleefully. Now, he wasn’t the type to drop his jaw or anything, but the blank stare and lifted eyebrows told me plenty. Someone had been stupefied!
Triumph.
DECEMBER 12
I grinned when I saw my cousin’s name on the display, and I quickly wiped away my bubble beard and answered the call, putting him on speaker.
“I had a feeling you’d call!”
“Well, no shit?” Cam chuckled. “Where’s that selfie from? Last time I visited, you did not have a tub that four people could fit inside.”
“Yeah, about that…” I sighed contentedly and left the phone on the edge, then leaned back comfortably in the water. “I met someone. He’s our type, Cam.”
“Oooh, what’s he like?”
Fucking amazing? Perfect? Sweet and funny and kind and sexy and…
Slight movement caught my eye, and I tilted my head toward the door, where I totally saw the shadow of two feet! Ha! Oh Daddy, you’re supposed to work, remember? You said you had to catch up on a few emails! Even though it was Sunday.