She widened her bright blue eyes, put on an over-exaggerated smile, and waved one of the sandwiches in my direction. “Sammiiiiicccchhhhh!”
I needed new friends.
I put the broom down and jumped down from the stage. “You flirted with Butler, didn’t you?”
She pursed hot-pink lips and blinked innocently from behind her yellow-framed glasses. “Just a little.”
“Reagan owes me ten bucks.” I took my sandwich from her. “If this carries on like this, I’m gonna be rich by the end of the fair.”
Ava put Reagan’s sandwich on one of the small tables that were dotted around. “Are you betting on me? I’m not a fan of that.”
“We always bet on you. I always win. I’m like five hundred bucks richer at this point.”
Ava rolled her eyes as she unpackaged her sandwich. “Who’s your competition this year? Do you know yet?”
I shook my head, sitting on the edge of the stage. “No. They were supposed to meet me here, but I doubt that’s going to happen now. Nobody likes to set this place up.”
“Do you think you’ll find out tonight at the cookout?”
“I hope so. I need to arrange a schedule for getting this booth set up. I’m not going to do it all.”
She snorted. “Come on, Hals. You know what will happen. You’ll set up a schedule, but nobody will organize it the way you want, so you’ll end up doing it anyway.”
I paused. “Shut up.”
“Umph!” Reagan dumped the stuff from my car down on the grass. “Shit me, that stuff is heavy.” She looked up at us. “Sandwiches?”
“Yep. And you owe me ten bucks.” I grinned.
Ava frowned as Reagan stuck her hand into the back pocket of her shorts. “Gotta stop making these bets,” she muttered, pulling apart some bills to find a ten.
“I agree,” Ava added. “You should stop!”
“Thank you.” I plucked the ten dollars from Reagan’s hand. “I’m not stopping. I keep winning.”
“Whatever. We’re putting a bet on you.” Reagan grabbed her sandwich. “I bet you’ll lose the kissing contest this year.”
“No way!” Ava shook her head. “Nuh-uh. The only way she’ll lose is if she retires.”
“I’m calling it. Halley is going to lose the title this year.”
“No. It’s all she has. Except for her raccoons, but they’re technically not even hers.”
“Hey!” I chimed in. “Leave the trash pandas out of this. And I’m with Ava—there’s no way I’m losing my crown this year. Unless a Hemsworth brother shows up. Or Nick Jonas. Then I’d willingly lose, to be honest. I’d be in their line myself.”
Reagan laughed, then looked to Ava. “Fifty bucks says she loses.”
“Fifty?” Ava squealed. “I don’t have fifty bucks!”
“Neither do I. Halley won all my money, and since all our bets are about you and your love life, you owe me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Ava, just make the bet. I’m not going to lose. I have never lost.”
She looked between us for a second. “Fine.” She shook Reagan’s hand. “But if you lose, you owe me fifty bucks.”
Snorting, I stood up and grabbed the bucket with the paint stuff for the sign. “Nice try. This isn’t my bet.”