Page 95 of Own the Eights Maybe Baby
“Very true,” she said, shaking off the heebie-jeebies from the memory of being spit on by one serious asshole alpaca, as they continued down the country road toward a sea of cars.
For both her sake and her husband, hopefully, this place was still alpaca-free.
Jordan parked their SUV between two sedans, then gazed at all the cars in the makeshift dirt lot.
“It’s pretty full. They must have another event going on.”
Last time they were here, it was just the two of them, and, for a short while, the brother and sister blogger team turned convicted felons they’d competed against in the Battle of the Blogs. But today, there had to be more than twenty cars packed into the dusty lot.
“What do you think we’ll have to do for this challenge?” he asked, cutting the ignition.
“I’m not sure how goat yoga could be a Battle of the Births challenge. Goat yoga isn’t a challenge unless you’re afraid of things that go baa in the night,” she replied, biting back a grin as her trifecta nodded in appreciation at her clever wordplay.
Jordan unbuckled his seatbelt, then leaned over the console. She met him in the middle.
“When did you get so funny?” he asked on one heck of a sexy rasp.
Her prego-libido revved. “I’ve always been this funny.”
He closed the distance and pressed the sweetest kiss to her lips.
“What do you say, messy bun girl? Whatever this challenge is, I think we’re golden. We know this place. We’re ready for whatever they throw at us.”
“What’s the score?” she asked.
Jordan pulled out his phone. “Eleven couples competing.”
“And?” she asked, trying not to cringe.
After the simulation from a diarrhea-infused hell and their no-show at the hospital this morning, it couldn’t be good.
“We’re number ten,” he reported.
“Okay, not dead last.”
A muscle ticked in her husband’s jaw. Oh, her competitive asshat!
“I have an idea,” she said in her best dirty girl voice.
“What’s that?” he asked, lowering his as the twitch disappeared.
“After we rock this challenge and jump to the head of the pack, we should go by that barn we passed last time we were here. You know, the one where…” she trailed off as a blush heated her cheeks, her prego-libido raring to go.
A cocky grin stretched across Jordan’s face. “Where Irockedyour world.”
She lifted her chin. “No, no, it’s where I rockedyour world.”
A whole lot of naughtiness glimmered in his eyes.
Look at that! She was a bona fide cocky, competitive asshat calmer.
ABCCAC.
She chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
She pressed her hand to her mouth to hold in a bout of giggles. “I’m just amusing myself.”
