Tommy O’Brien lets out a loud curse just moments before I catch my egg, carefully curling my palm around it. Then Roddy shouts into his megaphone, “We have a winner!” And it takes me a few seconds to realize he means me and Travis.

I look over at Tommy, who’s covered in egg yolk, and resist the urge to gloat. I can’t believe we actually won this one. May’s cheering as she runs over to give me a hug, and I don’t even care that she’s still got some egg on her.

I’m still cradling our egg in my hand when I glance over at Travis, who is coming my way with sure, steady strides. He’s only smiling slightly, but it grows when he reaches me.

“Good job,” he says.

“Thanks!” With a grin, I hand him the egg. “Turn this into an omelet for me, would ya?”

May laughs, while I fight to keep a straight face. But there’s no hope for that when Travis takes the egg and smashes it against my chest. May laughs even harder, and I join her. After a few moments of this, I hear Travis laughing too, and woah.

I kind of feel like I already won this whole thing.

CHAPTER TWENTY

TRAVIS

After Brenden and I somehow win the stupid egg toss, his excitement reaches an all-new height. He’s bouncing around so much, I’m not sure he’ll have any energy left to complete the rest of the events. He’s not even the tiniest bit bothered that I covered him in egg yolk, when he could’ve escaped totally clean.

“What’s next?” I ask, in an effort to get him to focus and calm down a bit. Roddy announced that the second event would be starting in five minutes, and I don’t see them dragging out anything crazy.

“Wheelbarrow race!” he shouts gleefully.

I look around again. “Where are the wheelbarrows?”

He grabs my wrist, giving me a disbelieving look. “Um. Do you really not know what a wheelbarrow race is?”

“Sounds like we push a wheelbarrow.”

His snort of laughter concerns me. “No, Mr. Doesn’t-Like-To-Have-Fun-So-He’s-Never-Heard-Of-Classic-Picnic-Games. A wheelbarrow race is when one person holds the second person’s legs up in the air and runs while the second person uses their hands on the ground.”

Okay, I guess I have heard of that at some point in my life, but I must have tried to erase it from my memory.

“You actually think we can pull that off?” I ask warily.

“Yeah! I mean, normally I’m competing with May, so I’ve always been the one standing up. But you’re obviously way stronger than me, so you should be the one to hold my legs. I even remembered to wear contacts so my glasses don’t go flying off my face.”