Page 92 of Witch You Would
“You’re the one having meetings with shady dudes trying to bribe you! I cannot even with this.”
He could have sold me out. His charity needed the money, and we totally might get cut the day after tomorrow. Instead, hetold the guy to fuck off and got evidence. Dios mío. And I hadn’t even told him...
“I might be homeless in two months,” I blurted out.
“What?” Gil jumped out of the chair. “Are you serious?”
“My landlord is raising my rent and I don’t have a job. I’m seriously fucked. Unless.”
“Unless we win. Or Charlotte hires you.”
Was I that obvious? “It doesn’t have to be Charlotte.”
Gil hugged me and kissed my head. “You want it to be, though.”
“She’s so cool!” I groaned. “But what I’m saying is, thank you for not doing the thing. Not that I would expect you to, butI know how important this all is, and if we don’t win, then—”
“Oh, we’re going to win. We’re going to win so hard, people will beg you to work for them.”
“And throw money at Alan Kazam for the kids.” I paused, thinking. “But what about you? What do you get from all this?”
“Subscribers, hopefully. Advertisers.” His grip tightened, pressing my face against his chest. “Possibly my own show? On TV, not just online.”
He didn’t sound excited. “Do you want your own show?”
“Who wouldn’t? Get rich, get famous, live that fantasy.”
I put together everything I knew about Gil, the sweet blogger and pen pal, with what I’d seen of Leandro Presto, happy himbomagic disaster, and came up with a puzzle whose pieces didn’t fit. But it was late, and we had to be up early for round three,so I didn’t push.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I went up on my tiptoes and kissed him. Not a sexy kiss, not alet’s get it onkiss. It was athings will work outkiss, awe’re in this togetherkiss. AnI see you and you’re already enoughkiss.
I don’t know if he picked up on any of that, but he kissed me back the same way. When we stopped, he rested his forehead onmine.
“We should get some rest,” he said.
“We should.”
“We’re going to crush it tomorrow.”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
He kissed me again and I walked him to the door, backward, still holding him. I slid my hands down his chest, then pushedhim gently away.
One more kiss.
One more.
“Pero, like, for serious,” I said. “You need to go.”
Gil gave me a wicked grin that was pure Leandro. “Are you sure?”
“No. Yes. Come on, we’re not horny teenagers; we can control ourselves for two days.”
“Two days,” he agreed. “And then, pants party.”
A lot could change in two days. We would make sure it changed for the better.
“Three teams remain,” Syd said. “Who will proceed to the final round, and who will magically disappear back onto the beachesof sunny Miami? Time to find out on today’s episode ofCast Judgment.”
