privacy of your rooms will not be compromised by the show in any way. So if you need a place to talk strategy with your team, remember that. If there are no questions, let’s wrap this up. Goodnight!”
Paige yawned and followed Zoe into the lodge. Looked like she wouldn’t only be racing with Zoe each day, but sharing a room with her each night too.
The show kept getting better and better.
• • •
Miles threw his bag down on to his bed. It wasn’t the ritziest of hotels or the largest room, but it was clean and looked comfortable enough. And best of all, it was quiet after a grueling day of racing.
Ben had already flaked out on his bed, his leg elevated on a pillow, snoring gently. Miles would wake him in an hour for a late dinner.
Miles lay back on his own bed, folding his arms under his head as he stared up at the ceiling. The day had been harder than he’d expected and he was a seasoned traveler and climber. He could only imagine how hard it had been for Ben.
He tried not to look at Ben’s leg.
Damn it.
What he wouldn’t give to take that moment back. That one stupid moment that had made a mess of everything.
And every day Ben had to live with the reminder of everything that had gone wrong.
His friend rolled over in his sleep, his leg twisting on the pillow and his pant leg creeping up around his calf. The hard plastic of his prosthetic leg peeked out from beneath the material; forcing Miles to move his gaze back to the ceiling.
Miles went over their race day in his mind. The caches they’d found today hadn’t been that challenging which meant they’d been easier for Ben to reach, but also meant that they hadn’t been hard enough to deserve any extra reward for finding them. He’d really hoped they’d get lucky right off the bat and find a few caches with money in them. Money he could then help Ben pay off his medical bills with.
Even with good insurance, suffering an injury like Ben’s came with a big price tag. As if the pain and suffering wasn’t enough to bear on its own.
Or the money could be used to buy a fancier prosthesis for Ben. One that would make rock climbing again a real possibility.
And Miles would do whatever he had to to make sure that Ben and his family were taken care of. That his children could go to college. That Ben could have some money in the bank to ease the burden of everyday life. It was the least he could do.
If Miles could even help Ben realize that he still loved hiking and climbing, and that he could still do it even with his injury, well, then that would make coming on some silly reality show all the more worth it, especially after having to pull every trick in the book to get Ben here to begin with. The man was stubborn and convinced he couldn’t race. It was only when Miles begged him, claiming he had no other partner to run with, that Ben had finally caved and agreed to try and run the race. When Miles added that he missed having someone to climb with, adventure with … well, that was the final push Ben needed to sign up for the show.
Now they were here and Miles had to make sure Ben didn’t push it too hard. He wanted him to realize he could still do this stuff, but he didn’t want him to take any unnecessary risks that could result in another injury. Not on his watch. Not this time.
Chapter Four
Paige settled herself into one of the wooden rocking chairs on the covered patio of the lodge, her back to the beautiful lake behind them. The room was more like a sunroom than a patio with twinkling lights strung from the beamed ceiling and screened walls separating them from the elements and bugs.
The sun would set any minute, but the twinkling lights above them as well as the crew lights would make it possible to do the daily wrap-up segment regardless of how late of a time slot they got. Luckily, they’d gotten the first fifteen-minute time slot this evening. After which, they would be free for the rest of the night to eat dinner and relax.
In the