Chapter 68

“You want some eggs?” he asked me.

“Love some,” I said, plopping onto the wooden bench next to Colin when Joaquin’s knowing wink knocked my knees out from under me. “Thanks.”

“Okay, the first new rule is no more winking,” Colin declared around a mouthful of churro and egg. “He knows he’s irresistible when he does it,” he said to me as an aside, “and you’re here to fight over me, not each other.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“I know,” he said, turning my umbrage into a compliment with his goofy grin. “So here’s the plan. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, which is pretty much the best night ever for a Grand Finale—let’s face it, Jesus pretty much hogs Christmas Day, all ‘It’s my birthday, pay attention to me,’ like having the whole world scream your name when they stub their toe isn’t enough.”

“You’re jealous of Jesus?” I interrupted.

“Not jealous. Per se. Just not trying to compete for ratings.”

“Among all the millions notwatching us not play your stupid game?”