Playing Games
“All wrong, and I don't know how to fix it. All I know is that I don't know if I can trust Katy, and that makes me so goddamn miserable I can't stand it. I'm in love with her and I don't know if I'm being played for a fool." — Liam Brogan, Final Leg of The World Races Liam didn't return to our room that night. I didn't see him again until it was nearly time for us to depart, and he met me on the mat, thin-lipped and frowning in my direction.
"Hi," I said softly as I took my place on the mat ...next to him. "Where'd you sleep?" He shrugged. "Didn't sleep. Just needed to get my thoughts together." "Oh." I studied him. He looked more than tired, he looked…done. Like all the fun had gone out of this and he wanted to be anywhere but standing next to me. Which hurt. "You know, Liam—" "Let's just race, okay, Katy? I don't feel like talking right now." I forced myself to put on a carefree smile.
"Sure. Whatever." An assistant ran up, tapping her watch. "Time to go." She handed us our clue and we watched the cameraman approach.MoreLess
"Hi," I said softly as I took my place on the mat ...next to him. "Where'd you sleep?" He shrugged. "Didn't sleep. Just needed to get my thoughts together." "Oh." I studied him. He looked more than tired, he looked…done. Like all the fun had gone out of this and he wanted to be anywhere but standing next to me. Which hurt. "You know, Liam—" "Let's just race, okay, Katy? I don't feel like talking right now." I forced myself to put on a carefree smile.
"Sure. Whatever." An assistant ran up, tapping her watch. "Time to go." She handed us our clue and we watched the cameraman approach.MoreLess
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