“Yeah, me and Timmons, plus the wideouts. Groups of four.”
“I can assign the groups and manage the hunt.”
“You’d do that?”
“Of course. It’ll be fun.”
Now it was Trevor who wore the thoughtful look for a few minutes. “Okay, that’s doable. We’ll need prizes. I’ll offer up a fishing expedition for the winners.”
“I’m sure they’d love that.”
“I’ll make a call and get the prize arranged.”
“And I’ll put together the teams. Do you know who’s coming?”
“Not yet, but I’ll get it figured out. You might have to do the judging.”
“That’s not a problem.”
Now she was excited. She’d organized events like this for her sorority in college, but she hadn’t done so in a long time. She had no idea how receptive a bunch of football players would be, but she thought it was a great idea. And if team building was the objective, she couldn’t think of a better way to get it done than this.
She was glad Trevor was on board with the idea.
She spent the remainder of the day making up her list of items for the hunt, trying to keep everything football related, since that would be more fun for the team. She had to leave Trevor out of the setup since he’d be participating, so she went shopping, then put the list together, and the clues, and ran into town to make copies.
“I brought burgers and fries.”
She looked up, realizing it must have been hours later. Trevor was in the kitchen and she inhaled the smell of the food.
“Oh, that smells really good.” She stuffed the sheets in the folder and came into the kitchen. “What time is it?”
“Eight thirty. You were at that for a long time.”
“It’s all organized now, though.”
“Thanks for doing it. I hadn’t realized it was going to take so long. Sorry to put all that on you.”
“Are you kidding? I’m having a blast. This is going to be fun.” She took the plate he offered. “At least it’s going to be fun for me. I hope it is for your teammates.”
“Trust me. We’re all a bunch of kids. And we’re competitive. Everyone’s going to love this.”
“Did you get the prize organized?”
“I got several, actually. I did the deep-sea fishing expedition for the first-place winners, and gift cards for dinner out at some of the nice restaurants for second and third place.”
“Awesome.”
He handed her the gift certificate for the fishing expedition as well as the gift cards. “I’ll let you handle those.”
“Okay.”
They ate dinner. Haven didn’t realize how hungry she was until she’d devoured her dinner. She’d lost all track of time buying the items to hide as well as putting the clues and the lists together.
“You got everything you need?” Trevor asked. “And you had enough money for the stuff?”
“Plenty. You gave me several hundred dollars. Which reminds me, I put your change on the counter.”
“That’s fine. I don’t suppose you want to show me the list in advance.”
“No, I don’t. Surely you don’t want an early advantage in the game.”
He grabbed her plate and got up from the table, a subtle smile on his face. “Would I do that?”
“To gain an edge over your competitors? I’m sure you would. In fact, I think I’ll take all of my notes upstairs and hide them in my room.”
She slid out of her chair and took her folder, dashed up to her room, and hid the folder in the closet, along with the bag of scavenger hunt items for tomorrow.
When she came downstairs, Trevor was leaning against the counter. “So, I should sneak into your room tonight and rifle through your things?”
She crossed her arms. “Do I really need to lock my door?”
He laughed. “No. You’re safe, and so is the sanctity of your scavenger hunt.”
“Good to know. You ready to get back to work?”
“Come on. Let’s go out on the deck. We’ll have a beer and relax. You’ve done enough work today.”
“I’ve still got some energy left.”
“And it’s going to be a long day tomorrow. Turn it off for tonight.”
“All right.”
He grabbed a couple of beers from the refrigerator and they walked outside. The night was warm, but there was a breeze coming in off the water. The moon was nearly full, casting a bright light on the deck. They pulled up chairs and Haven took a seat, then a long draw of the beer Trevor handed her.
It felt good to relax and enjoy the view of the water. Trevor seemed at ease. Then again, when didn’t he? With as much as he had going on, he never seemed nervous or anxious.