Page 107 of Nerd Girl

It didn’t matter how competitive Evie and Sawyer were, we were so going to get our asses kicked.

For the next hour or so, it looked like we might have a chance. We kept things neck and neck, and just like a month ago, when Sawyer first walked into this place, our teams found ourselves tied and in the top spots with one question left.

All we had to do was name every single movie in the pictures, and we’d tie with them. No one was delusional enough to think Adam’s team would get one wrong.

We kept our voices low as we listed out the easy titles first, and then worked our way through the more obscure ones. There was one image left, and all four of us squinted and examined from every which way, trying to figure it out.

“Is that… Joystick?” Ravyn asked softly.

Holy shit, it was. He’d been a child star, and done nearly a dozen different, direct to DVD movies after his TV show ended.

The problem was… which one was this?

“I’ve seen that one,” Sawyer said.

We stared at him in disbelief.

“When?” Evie asked.

“I don’t know. Sometime? Nephew’s birthday party?”

“Your brother doesn’t have kids,” Evie said.

I shook my head. “Doesn’t matter. If you know what it is, I don’t care how.” Evie opened her mouth, and I silenced her with a look. “Do you, if it means winning?” I asked her.

She snapped her jaw shut again. “Nope.”

“It’s All Roads Lead to Rome.” Sawyer spoke with the kind of finality that was difficult to argue with.

I was going to anyway, to be certain. “Are you sure? Because I guarantee you, Eli is sure.”

“Positive.”

We wrote in our final answer, just as time was called.

The judge read out the answers, and we cheered each time we got one right. Of course, Sebastian’s team got them all right, too.

When we got the last one, the Joystick movie, I realized I was holding my breath.

“It’s all Greek to Me,” the judge said.

Our entire table groaned in unison, and I smacked Sawyer’s arm. “You said you were certain.”

“I was. None of you had the answer.”

That was a fair point.

“Aubrey.” A new but familiar voice drew my attention to the front of the bar.

It was my younger sister, standing in the entrance, grinning and waving at me. She strode across the floor to join us, with the kind of purpose that said nothing would get in her way.

Not that anyone would in here, but she’d always been like this. Determined. Living with purpose.

“Sylvie.” I grinned and hurried toward her, wrapping her in a hug. “What are you doing here?”

She squeezed me tight and stepped back. “I know I should’ve called, but I had a last minute meeting out this way, and really this is something better done in person.”

“What is?” I asked.

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