Girl on the Run by B. R. Myers Page B

anyway, but once I’d left the main hall, Cabin 4A looked a little too quiet. Since I was already feeling suspicious, I checked on Spencer. He was asleep on his bunk. Maybe he was really sick? I left a ham and cheese sandwich and a brownie on the table beside him.
    That afternoon, I took the boys to sailing class while I kept one eye glued to Cabin 4A up on the slope. Lacey must have picked up on my paranoia, because she once again offered to take Scotty and the twins to their soccer game against another junior boys’ cabin. I figured it was the least she could do, since it was her decision to forgo the nurse and let him lounge away the day.
    I hated the smug look on her face when she left with my guys, as if it proved I couldn’t handle the job. But I decided to stay back, partly because Spencer was still asleep, but more realistically to make sure he didn’t skip out on his sickbed duty.
    I was sitting on the porch step with a book when I heard my name. Devin ran up the grassy slope. Oh, crap. It was too late to run into the cabin, he’d already seen me. I was going to have to face this. He walked the last few steps, his wide-open mouth showing all his teeth. Each time I saw Devin, he reminded me more of Barney.
    Mouth. Open. Wide.
    Where’s a PFD when I need one? If I don’t make an evasive move soon, I’ll be drowning in Devin spittle. He stopped right in front of me, panting in the hot sun.
    â€œHey,” I said. “You look overheated. Do need a dish of water? A glass! Do you need a glass of water?”
    â€œNah.” He shook his head, sending bits of sweat through the air. Then he used the bottom of his shirt to wipe off his face. Okay, the view of the six-pack was nice, but seriously, he was showing off. I’d been competing for years alongside guys this ripped. Besides, the effect of his muscles had worn off after my nighttime face cleaning at the Devin Car Wash.
    â€œListen,” he said, putting his foot on the bottom step. “I checked the forecast and you’re wrong.”
    â€œSorry?”
    â€œThere’s nothing but a clear sky full of stars. I can show you that secret place tonight.” He swooped in and sat beside me, pressing his sticky thigh against mine. As a former jock, I’m certainly no stranger to sweat. But, ew! Oh god, I wish I had a doggie treat to distract him.
    â€œSo?” he prompted giving me a nudge.
    The screen door opened and closed. Spencer came out with his hair standing on end, eating the sandwich I’d left for him. Devin turned and nodded to Spencer, then stood up and looked back at me expectantly. “So? Later then?”
    I could feel a cool spot on my leg where he must have left a sweat print. Spencer grunted something that sounded like surprise.
    Devin waited for my answer and I gave him the only one I could think of. “Later,” I said. I meant goodbye, but it was close enough to get his tail wagging happily. He gave me that wink again then jogged across the lawn toward the main hall.
    â€œWhat was he doing here?” Spencer asked with a mouth full of food.
    â€œCounsellor stuff,” I mumbled, hiding behind the book.
    Spencer squinted across the lawn and watched Devin disappear around the corner of the main hall. “Counsellor?” he frowned.
    â€œWhatever,” I waved my hand, “it’s none of your business. Anyway, you look better.”
    â€œYeah, I feel great.”
    â€œThe others are up at the soccer field,” I said. “Do you want to walk up?”
    Spencer just shook his head. “I better save my strength for the talent show.”
    â€œSeriously?” I looked him up and down. “Are you going to do something?”
    â€œMaybe,” he shrugged. “You’re going to be there, right?”
    â€œEverybody’s going.”
    â€œGood.” He polished off the brownie in two bites. “Well, back to bed.”
    My eyes stayed on that