Then when she opens the door, she turns around to look at me. “You can call me Kat.”
And I’m left counting the butterflies in my stomach because while Dean’s betrayal is souring into curdled yoghurt in my chest, I may have made a friend.
That counts for something more than anything, right?
CHAPTER 18
“Ican’t believe I fell asleep in the car,” I shut the door behind me. Cold air flings in my face and I shiver. Curse me for only packing a blue Cami top. It is not made for Swiss weather.
Rhys walks over to stand next to me and we stare across from up, then up. And up.
“You sleeping in the car is the least of my worries now.”
I turn to look at him. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of heights?”
“Sorry, guys.” One of the camerawomen steps forward and points towards the skyline. “Can I have you say those lines again while standing over there?”
“Of course,” Rhys pulls me to the side. “Whatever you need, Lois.”
Whispering, “You know her name?”I should know her name too.
“She shoots most of the scenes inside the house.” We’re moving. He stands on my right now, I’m on the left. We repeat the lines, but it doesn’t sound genuine anymore.
Short hair, brown eyes, mole above her brow. That’s Lois. “Thank you,” I say to her.
She brushes it off by waving her hand. Either that or she’stelling me to ignore her.
“So,” Rhys fists his hands by his side. His eyes never leave the tower. “This is going to be fun, right?”
It was the girls’ turn to pick an item from the boys’ bucket lists. They took us in a room, and we technically didn’t get to decide. There were white slips in a box with our dates' names that we stuck our hands in and whatever came out, that’s what we had to do.
My heart raced when I saw bungee jumping, but thankfully I got over my fear of heights the second I rode Leviathan at Canada’s Wonderland.
This should be nothing compared to that.
“Can I be honest?” He stops in his tracks, then looks at me.
Oh gosh.
He looksterrified.
“When they told us to write down our bucket list, I didn’t know what to put so I went on Reddit and wrote whatever I saw.”
Double gosh. This dude.
Then my stomach falls.Am I the only one who took this seriously?
Out of everyone, I assumed Rhys is the one to put effort into this.
Maybe Dean put effort in his too.
Not now, brain. More important tasks at hand.
Forcing a smile, “I get it.” I don’t get it. “You didn’t think you’d have to do anything on the list.”
“Yet, here we are.”
“Mhm,” I squeeze his bicep. “Just think of this as a dare.”
