The-Lucky-List-Rachael-Lippincott

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Henry Huckabee Lodge looks like it was made out of Lincoln Logs.
Everything is made out of wood. From the steps to the walls to the ceilings, this place is the
definition of a fire hazard.
Because we were late additions to the trip, Blake and I are sharing a room, while Kiera is bunking
with Olivia, which… should be interesting.
With the current ri in our friend group, and their opposing sides, I would hate to be a fly on the
wall in that room.
I glance down the hall while Blake is opening our door to see Kiera looking back at me, the look on
her face saying, Fix this. Now.
“at’s not creepy at all,” Blake mutters as the door swings wide, both of us stopping short as we
come face-to-face with an enormous deer head nailed to the wall.
“Can’t wait to try to sleep tonight,” I say as I slide past her, avoiding any and all contact as I claim
the twin bed by the window, the fake glass eyeballs following me across the room. I narrow my eyes,
staring back at it.
We both unpack, and when Blake ducks into the bathroom, I get changed into my suit super quick.
e optional aernoon kayak trip is just around the corner, and Matt will definitely be there. I’ve
barely had time to pull a shirt on when the door opens and Blake emerges in a white tank top and
shorts, a yellow dishwashing glove in her hand.
I straighten up, raising my eyebrows at her. “What the hell is that for?”
She nods at the tattoo on my forearm, shruing as she holds up a roll of waterproof tape. “Gotta
put this on it to keep it safe.” ere’s an amused twinkle in her eyes, that mischievous grin of hers
pulling at the corners of her mouth. “You know how much bacteria is in a lake?”
I shove her shoulder, rolling my eyes. How dare she quote me back to me.
I take the glove from her and slide it on, struggling to get the tape around it.
“You need help with that?” she asks, stepping closer. Reflexively, I take a step back.
“No. anks. I, uh…” I head for the door, trying to put as much space between us as possible,
racking my brain for an excuse. A believable lie. “I got it. I think I’m going to go meet… Kiera… before
kayaking, so she can…”