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one foot placed in each before moving on to the next.
    Jenny followed, then London.
    Okay. Not too bad. London navigated the obstacle, taking care she followed the rules. She’d hate to get her team disqualified. Gerard followed her, and she tried not to imagine him watching her jiggling arse. It wasn’t as if they’d ever see each other again after tomorrow.
    She’d decided.
    She was going home. Her sister could stay if she liked, but London didn’t have the same financial security as Jenny. Besides, as much as she loved New Zealand, she’d need to go home and apply for a working visa from England. That wasn’t something that could be done at the last minute.
    “Good girl,” Gerard said. “You okay?”
    “Run out of puff,” she gasped.
    “Henry, you and Jenny go ahead. We’ll walk for a few minutes.”
    “No, I can’t—”
    “No prob,” Henry said. “Sounds as if we’re almost at a zombie field, anyway. Meet you on the other side.”
    “Run,” Jenny ordered.
    London glared at her older sister. “I’m doing my best.”
    “You should exercise more.”
    Just to shut up Jenny, London took off at a trot. She hated this side of her sister, the bossy, competitive side. This event was a fun event, not life-or-death, and she’d be having words with her sister later. She might have let Jenny back in her life, but she refused to take abuse in any form.
    Now that she was following instructions, Jenny ran ahead to catch up with Henry.
    “Does your sister always speak to you like that?”
    “When she doesn’t think I’m behaving in the proper manner. She means well.”
    “If you need to walk, then that’s what will do,” Gerard said. “You warned us before we started that you weren’t fit. I didn’t care then, and it doesn’t worry me now. The object is to join with the community and have fun.”
    “I do need to walk,” she confessed.
    Screams of laughter and loud moans drifted on the air and when they rounded a pile of schist, London spotted the first zombie field. Henry and Jenny darted through the zombies, passing other slower runners.
    One zombie grabbed for a runner. The man feinted left and went right but the zombie anticipated him. His hand darted out, grasped a red ribbon and jerked it free. He let out a howl of triumph but the man didn’t stop his dash toward the rest of the shambling zombies.
    Gerard halted on the edge of the zombie territory. “Split up and run as fast as you can to the left. The zombies are smaller over that side. Don’t worry if you lose a life. Keep running. Okay?”
    “Yes.”
    “I’ll give you four kisses for every life you have left at the end of the race,” Gerard said.
    She gaped at him. Was that a threat?
    “That’s a promise,” he whispered with a wicked smile. “Go. Follow those runners, then split off. Meet you on the other side.”
    The group behind had caught them, but Gerard didn’t seem worried. Jenny’s shouts of horror speared London to action. She sprinted toward two zombies, one tall and skinny, the other chubby and covered with blood. Both sported red ribbons hanging from their belts.
    At the last minute, she dodged to the left, instinct taking over. Her legs pumped. Her arms pumped. Go. Go. Go .
    Mud splattered her calves. Cold water seeped into her shoes. The sun blazed overhead, determined to make her sweaty and plaster her hair to her head.
    A zombie lined her up, and she zigzagged, then burst from the zombie territory, adrenaline keeping her speeding after the runners in front.
    “Well done,” Gerard said, his long strides catching him up. He slowed, keeping pace with her. “Still have all your lives. I lost one.”
    “That was fun.”
    “Told you.”
    “Hurry,” Jenny shouted.
    Henry said something to her, and she nodded, bounding off like a hare.
    She, London decided, felt in charity with the tortoise. “What happens if we don’t catch up with them?”
    “It won’t matter. As long as we finish, we get a time to combine