Playing Games
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"Uh, I haven't told him yet." I winced. "After that fight, I'm kind of afraid to. But if it comes down to Liam or Brodie, I don't know what to do. Brodie's my brother and he wants to win this more than anything. And Liam…" I sighed. "I'm not sure what Liam is other than my partner."
"It's hard to say," Abby said, her voice sympathetic. "Like I said, this is reality TV, but it's not reality. You're great together right now, but who can say what happens after the race? Dean and I lucked out, but it wasn't easy. I hated him for a long time, simply because of what I'd been led to believe."
"I know," I told her. I suspected that once Liam and I were apart? He'd go back to his rock star lifestyle and I'd go back to Katy Short, unextraordinary baker. It wasn't like we had a future. He probably spent most of the year on tour. I spent most of the year in the kitchen, working on recipes and baking to orders. Besides, Liam and I barely knew each other outside of this race. It wasn't like we had any hope for a long term.
But…I really liked him.
Which was bound to get me hurt.
I pushed those thoughts aside and tasted ingredients, combining them with my ants. When I thought I had the right spices, I handed my bowl to the waiting chef, who cooked everything up and then handed it back to me. I tasted it, then tasted the other bowl. Close, but not quite. Was it close enough? I tasted again, wincing when something squished between my teeth. Next to me, Abby gagged again, and that made my stomach turn once more. She wasn't making this easy, that was for sure. I set aside the bowl and worked on my squid dish, which wasn't as bad. There were less alternately crunchy and squishy bits. Instead, the entire thing was slightly rubbery and tasted of lime and some sort of extremely spicy herb that seemed familiar enough. I combined ingredients, tasting, then handed my bowl over to be cooked.
This time, the squid tasted almost exactly like the sampler dish. I put it aside and tweaked my ants, even as Summer sprang to her feet, her disk in hand, task completed. The two Olympians cleared out and then it was just me and Abby.
Shit. I could help her, but if I did, I might be eliminating myself. And it was clear she wasn't doing well with the challenge. She kept adding cracked pepper to hers, and I was pretty sure that I hadn't tasted cracked pepper in either of my dishes.
I adjusted the amount of lemongrass in my dish of beef, ants, and noodles, and handed it to the chef again, who cooked it once more and then handed it back. I tasted and tried not to think that I had a belly of squid and ants at this point.
Perfect. I waved the judge over, who came and tasted both of my dishes. He took a long moment, sampling both, then when I was about to burst from nervousness, he nodded and handed me my disk.
I charged up from my table, excited, even as Liam sprang forward, both of our bags in his hand. I looked back at Abby, still seated at the table, and on a whim, I arranged the bowls of ingredients into two rows of what I'd used, making it obvious as to which ingredients were for which. She gave me a grateful look as we sprinted away to read our clue privately.
As soon as we were outside, Liam grabbed me and pulled me close in a tight hug. "I'd give you a kiss but you've been eating ants for the last half hour."
"I don't blame you," I told him, and flipped the disk over to read the instructions. "Make your way to the Amansara Hotel in Siem Reap, and look for the finish line."
"We're still in this," Liam told me. "Come on."
The drive to the hotel was a tense one, and I read directions out to Liam between constantly looking out the window, checking for Abby and Dean's marked car to pass us. We'd made up time, but I didn't know if it had been enough. Abby and Dean could have left moments after us and took an alternate route to the hotel, and we still might be the last ones to arrive. We'd made up so many hours, but you never knew in this race.
When we pulled into the parking lot, Liam slammed into the first parking spot he saw, and we jumped out of the car, leaving our bags behind. I ran to his side and took his outstretched hand, and we raced into the hotel, looking for the finish line. His hand clenched mine tightly, and that somehow felt right that we'd cross this line together, hand in hand.
When we crossed the finish line, Abby and Dean were nowhere to be seen. Chip smiled at us, and spread his hands in a munificent gesture. "Welcome, Liam and Katy! You are team number three and still in this race."
I threw my arms around Liam's neck, hugging him tight.
Just as I did, the door opened and Abby and Dean rushed in behind us. I saw Abby's face fall when she spotted us, and I slid down from Liam's grasp, guilt washing over me. Dean's eyes narrowed but he kept a friendly smile on his face, able to hide his emotions a lot better than Abby did.
"Abby and Dean," Chip said in a grave voice as they stepped onto the mat next to us. "You are the last team to cross the finish line. Unless someone plays an Ace, I'm sorry to say that you will be eliminated."
I bit my lip, feeling acutely uncomfortable. I moved a little closer to Liam, staring straight ahead and not looking at the team next to me. I didn't want to see the understanding disappointment in Abby's face and the frustration in Dean's. They'd been good friends to us the entire race and I was about to screw them.
"Liam?" Chip prompted.
"Katy and I discussed it," Liam said, his arm sliding around my waist. "It's her decision. I won't push her one way or another. And whatever she chooses, I support her."
Chip gazed at me. "Katy?"
I felt like the world's biggest asshole. "I'm sorry," I whispered.
I didn't play the Ace. I couldn't. I'd given it to my brother, our biggest rival and enemy.
"I'm sorry, Dean and Abby, but you've been eliminated."
"It's okay," Abby said, her voice cheerful. "It's been a good run, and Dean and I did this just for fun, anyhow."
"Every day, I wake up and I feel like I've won," Dean said. I pictured him pulling Abby into a hug as he often did in quiet moments, but I didn't dare look over at him. "Just because I have her at my side. No regrets here."
"No regrets," Abby emphasized, and it felt like it was for my benefit more than anything.
And then the production crew stepped in and ushered Dean and Abby away for post-game interviews, and I was left with my partner and the host.
"The hotel has generously offered to let you stay here during your break," Chip told us in a too-smiley voice. "I'm sure you two would love some alone time, so I'll let you get to it. You can just check in at the front desk."
"Thanks," Liam murmured. "I'll get the keys."
When we got up to our room, Liam set down our backpacks against the wall and turned to me. "You want to tell me what you were thinking back there?"
I crossed my arms over my chest, unhappy and numb. I'd just screwed over our friends. "It's complicated."
"I don't understand you," Liam said in a low voice. He dropped into a chair and stretched his legs out. His hands rubbed his face, and he seemed incredibly weary. "Was it strategy?"
"Not really," I told him. "I just…couldn't."
"They wouldn't split us up again. We make good TV."
"It's hard to say," Abby said, her voice sympathetic. "Like I said, this is reality TV, but it's not reality. You're great together right now, but who can say what happens after the race? Dean and I lucked out, but it wasn't easy. I hated him for a long time, simply because of what I'd been led to believe."
"I know," I told her. I suspected that once Liam and I were apart? He'd go back to his rock star lifestyle and I'd go back to Katy Short, unextraordinary baker. It wasn't like we had a future. He probably spent most of the year on tour. I spent most of the year in the kitchen, working on recipes and baking to orders. Besides, Liam and I barely knew each other outside of this race. It wasn't like we had any hope for a long term.
But…I really liked him.
Which was bound to get me hurt.
I pushed those thoughts aside and tasted ingredients, combining them with my ants. When I thought I had the right spices, I handed my bowl to the waiting chef, who cooked everything up and then handed it back to me. I tasted it, then tasted the other bowl. Close, but not quite. Was it close enough? I tasted again, wincing when something squished between my teeth. Next to me, Abby gagged again, and that made my stomach turn once more. She wasn't making this easy, that was for sure. I set aside the bowl and worked on my squid dish, which wasn't as bad. There were less alternately crunchy and squishy bits. Instead, the entire thing was slightly rubbery and tasted of lime and some sort of extremely spicy herb that seemed familiar enough. I combined ingredients, tasting, then handed my bowl over to be cooked.
This time, the squid tasted almost exactly like the sampler dish. I put it aside and tweaked my ants, even as Summer sprang to her feet, her disk in hand, task completed. The two Olympians cleared out and then it was just me and Abby.
Shit. I could help her, but if I did, I might be eliminating myself. And it was clear she wasn't doing well with the challenge. She kept adding cracked pepper to hers, and I was pretty sure that I hadn't tasted cracked pepper in either of my dishes.
I adjusted the amount of lemongrass in my dish of beef, ants, and noodles, and handed it to the chef again, who cooked it once more and then handed it back. I tasted and tried not to think that I had a belly of squid and ants at this point.
Perfect. I waved the judge over, who came and tasted both of my dishes. He took a long moment, sampling both, then when I was about to burst from nervousness, he nodded and handed me my disk.
I charged up from my table, excited, even as Liam sprang forward, both of our bags in his hand. I looked back at Abby, still seated at the table, and on a whim, I arranged the bowls of ingredients into two rows of what I'd used, making it obvious as to which ingredients were for which. She gave me a grateful look as we sprinted away to read our clue privately.
As soon as we were outside, Liam grabbed me and pulled me close in a tight hug. "I'd give you a kiss but you've been eating ants for the last half hour."
"I don't blame you," I told him, and flipped the disk over to read the instructions. "Make your way to the Amansara Hotel in Siem Reap, and look for the finish line."
"We're still in this," Liam told me. "Come on."
The drive to the hotel was a tense one, and I read directions out to Liam between constantly looking out the window, checking for Abby and Dean's marked car to pass us. We'd made up time, but I didn't know if it had been enough. Abby and Dean could have left moments after us and took an alternate route to the hotel, and we still might be the last ones to arrive. We'd made up so many hours, but you never knew in this race.
When we pulled into the parking lot, Liam slammed into the first parking spot he saw, and we jumped out of the car, leaving our bags behind. I ran to his side and took his outstretched hand, and we raced into the hotel, looking for the finish line. His hand clenched mine tightly, and that somehow felt right that we'd cross this line together, hand in hand.
When we crossed the finish line, Abby and Dean were nowhere to be seen. Chip smiled at us, and spread his hands in a munificent gesture. "Welcome, Liam and Katy! You are team number three and still in this race."
I threw my arms around Liam's neck, hugging him tight.
Just as I did, the door opened and Abby and Dean rushed in behind us. I saw Abby's face fall when she spotted us, and I slid down from Liam's grasp, guilt washing over me. Dean's eyes narrowed but he kept a friendly smile on his face, able to hide his emotions a lot better than Abby did.
"Abby and Dean," Chip said in a grave voice as they stepped onto the mat next to us. "You are the last team to cross the finish line. Unless someone plays an Ace, I'm sorry to say that you will be eliminated."
I bit my lip, feeling acutely uncomfortable. I moved a little closer to Liam, staring straight ahead and not looking at the team next to me. I didn't want to see the understanding disappointment in Abby's face and the frustration in Dean's. They'd been good friends to us the entire race and I was about to screw them.
"Liam?" Chip prompted.
"Katy and I discussed it," Liam said, his arm sliding around my waist. "It's her decision. I won't push her one way or another. And whatever she chooses, I support her."
Chip gazed at me. "Katy?"
I felt like the world's biggest asshole. "I'm sorry," I whispered.
I didn't play the Ace. I couldn't. I'd given it to my brother, our biggest rival and enemy.
"I'm sorry, Dean and Abby, but you've been eliminated."
"It's okay," Abby said, her voice cheerful. "It's been a good run, and Dean and I did this just for fun, anyhow."
"Every day, I wake up and I feel like I've won," Dean said. I pictured him pulling Abby into a hug as he often did in quiet moments, but I didn't dare look over at him. "Just because I have her at my side. No regrets here."
"No regrets," Abby emphasized, and it felt like it was for my benefit more than anything.
And then the production crew stepped in and ushered Dean and Abby away for post-game interviews, and I was left with my partner and the host.
"The hotel has generously offered to let you stay here during your break," Chip told us in a too-smiley voice. "I'm sure you two would love some alone time, so I'll let you get to it. You can just check in at the front desk."
"Thanks," Liam murmured. "I'll get the keys."
When we got up to our room, Liam set down our backpacks against the wall and turned to me. "You want to tell me what you were thinking back there?"
I crossed my arms over my chest, unhappy and numb. I'd just screwed over our friends. "It's complicated."
"I don't understand you," Liam said in a low voice. He dropped into a chair and stretched his legs out. His hands rubbed his face, and he seemed incredibly weary. "Was it strategy?"
"Not really," I told him. "I just…couldn't."
"They wouldn't split us up again. We make good TV."
