Page 35 of Resist

“And you’re enjoying it?”

“Uh huh.” Again, I felt my cheeks blaze as I stared out the window and noticed the rest of the revue walking toward the bus.Oh, good God.

“Then I’d say you’re hungry for something that will make you feel good but you also think is bad for you.”

I shrugged. “No idea what that could be other than triple chocolate ice cream with choc chips and choc fudge.”

He dismissed my suggestion, stretched out his legs, and raised his arms above his head to grip the headrest behind him. “Nah, it’s not that. It’s more than likely got nothing to do with food.”Oh, you have no idea.

“I honestly don’t know,” I lied again.

“Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out and get you sleeping better in no time.”

“Fingers —and legs— crossed,” I said while activating my iPad.

Corinne leapt up the stairs, a super big smile on her face. “Good morning, Baz!”

“Someone is very chirpy today.”

She nodded. “Someone is going to visit another ‘big’ thing and take lots of photographs.”

“Ahhh, let me guess, the big … pineapple?”

“YES! I’ve always wanted to see it, ever since I was a little girl.”

Josh pressed his front against her back and leaned over her shoulder to grab an apple from Baz’s basket. “I don’t know why you have a fascination with big things when the only big thing you need is currently rubbing your arse.”

My jaw dropped.

“Trust me, Joshua Adams, that’s not the only big thing I need.”

He whispered something in her ear then bit into the apple like a hungry beast, juice dripping down his chin.

I shuffled in my seat. “Maybe I’m hungry for one of those?” I said quietly, but not quietly enough.

Lucas shook his head. “Nah, apples aren’t indulgent.”

By the way Josh was laving the thing, I begged to differ.

Corinne rolled her eyes and continued onto the bus. “Good morning, Helena … and Dimps,” she said, her brow crumpling just slightly when she noticed Lucas seated next to me.

“Morning,” we both replied simultaneously.

“Mornin’,” Josh mumbled, taking another bite. He chewed quicker, as if he wanted to say more but couldn’t because of his mouthful, which was when Corinne yanked him farther along the aisle.

“What’s the hurry?” he said.

“You were about to say something to them. I stopped you.”

“I know.”

“You can thank me later.”

“I will.”

There was a smacking sound followed by Corinne’s squeal.

“I’m just gonna go back and say—”