“Are you kidding me?” I ask.

Fitz, meanwhile, is rubbing his hands together. “This is gonna be awesome.”

“Reese, Fitz, your goal is to get to the end first without breaking your egg. If you break your egg at any point, you’re out.”

“What if both of our eggs break?” I ask.

“Then you try again until someone finishes with their egg intact.”

He hands us our shoes, and I can’t help but laugh when Fitz does a little jig and then struts by me on the grass like it’s a catwalk.

“How are you so good at that?” I nearly trip over the welcome mat just standing up.

“I’ll never tell you my secrets,” he sasses me, hands on his hips.

Still laughing, we line up on our mats and then Jude gives the countdown. “On your mark. Get set. Go!” He blows the horn.

And we’re off. Fitz is like lightning in heels while I struggle to get through the tires without falling on my face or breaking my egg. Finally, I stick it in my sports bra top and haul ass, running over the ramp. There are water balloons flying everywhere. They break apart at my feet, nearly tripping me, and then one smacks my shoulder with a sharp bite. The water is cold. It’s a good thing the night still carries the heat from the day.

I glance over at Fitz and he’s getting hit way worse.

When I risk a glance at the crowd, I can see why. Annabel has recruited people to hit him harder—I guess it is good having her in my corner.

I make it down the short zip line. One balloon narrowly misses my head, making me laugh with unrestrained mirth. I’ve never had such a great time.

I make it through the kiddie pool without further mishap, but Fitz is on the climbing wall already.

Jumping up after him, I scramble to the top, but he gets there before me with a foot to spare.

But when I get next to him, he opens his hand and reveals his broken, runny egg.

Jude meets us at the top, climbing up a set of stairs in the back of the wall.

He tsks at Fitz’s egg. “Humpty Dumpty’ed it. Too bad. Reese? Your egg?”

I reach into my bra and Fitz’s eyes widen and then heat. Not removing my gaze from his, I hold up my unbroken egg with a smile.

“Reese Jackson has won this round, babies!” Jude lifts my hand in the air and pulls the key from around his neck, sliding it over my head.

The expected groans and cheers emanate from the crowd, but I can’t take my eyes off Fitz. He’s still watching me, eyes dark and intent. He hasn’t so much as glanced away ever since I pulled the egg from my bra. His shirt is wet and molded to his body like a second skin.

Fitz circles round Jude, grabs my hand and then we’re heading down the stairs.