Lost Without You (22 page)

He raked his hands through his hair and looked up at the stars. “Are you seriously telling me you didn't even try to find out? Seriously? So I guess you don't care if I tell the world you're not really Zoe, but Andrea. Ugly Andrea is back. This should be fun.”

“Don't call me that.” Zoe's hands shook. She squeezed them together tighter, hoping to steady them.

“You left me no choice, Ugly Andrea. This is your fault.” He practically spit the words. “I don't want to look like a fool tomorrow. I don't want my team to lose this stupid game so we go home looking like a bunch of chumps instead of champs. If I have to go home looking bad, so do you. It's that simple.”

“I said don't call me that,” she said through gritted teeth. “I'm not Andrea anymore and I'm done being threatened by you. Win the show under your own merits or don't, it's not my problem anymore. But you keep your mouth shut about my life tomorrow or I'll find a way to make your life miserable.”

“Are you actually threatening me now?” He laughed, clearly shocked at her change of heart.

Well that made two of them. She didn't know where this new fire came from, but she wasn't going to let him or anyone else take away everything she'd worked for all these years. No one was going to take away this life she'd created for herself.

“It's not a threat. It's a promise. Leave me alone. I'm done being blackmailed by you.”

“We'll see about that. You better find a way to help my team win because if we lose, your secret is out.”

“Well that's great. And fair too. My life has to change based on whether or not you suck at the challenge. Thanks.” Zoe stormed out of the clearing not bothering to wait for his response. There wasn't anything he could say to make her feel better about the situation anyway.

Tomorrow her entire life could be thrown into chaos and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. For the first time since her accident, she felt completely helpless.

• • •

“Here's the incident report from the other day,” Frank said, handing Chip a standard form. He was one of the cameramen assigned to Rick's team camp.

“What incident report?” Chip asked around a bite of protein bar. It really was the breakfast of champions. That and coffee. “No one mentioned anything about any incidents recently.”

“Well it wasn't really a big deal so I didn't feel the need to report it verbally. I figured the form would be enough. So there you go.” Frank pulled a bottle of orange juice out of a cooler and chugged half of it.

Chip scanned the form. It involved Rick and an injury that occurred after the last challenge outside of his camp.

Description of incident: verbal argument resulting in bodily injury.

Who the hell was he fighting with and why? Physical violence against anyone at any point in the game was strictly against the rules in his productions. This should have been reported sooner.

Description of injury: bruised groin.

Ouch. Poor bastard.

Persons involved: Rick Morton, Zoe Oliver.

What the hell?

“Frank, get over here and explain this.”

Frank pulled out a chair across from Chip and straddled it, hanging his arms across the back. “I thought it was pretty clear.”

“What's not clear is why this wasn't reported to me earlier.”

“I didn't think it was a big deal. He got kneed in the groin and was sore for a couple of hours. Nothing medical could do about it and not bad enough to be removed from the game. Besides, I kinda thought he deserved to suffer for a night. Maybe he'd think twice, you know?”

“Think twice about what exactly? This form doesn't spell out what happened to cause his injury.”

Frank smiled. “Rick messed with the wrong girl is all. That Zoe is a firecracker. Why anyone would want to put the moves on her to begin with is beyond me, but when she refuses and you still insist? Well, I say he got what was coming to him.”

Chip rubbed his hand across his forehead while he tried to take in this information. “Exactly how hard did he
insist
with Zoe?” If Rick laid his hands on her, forced her to do anything she didn't want to do … Holy hell, screw the finale, he'd have Rick taken away in handcuffs. “I need details.”

Frank shrugged looking unconcerned. “He says he kissed her and then her knee connected with his junk. That's all I know.”

“And did you follow up with Zoe to make sure that's all there was to the story?” Chip couldn't keep the concern from his voice. Anger at his incompetent cameraman quickly escalated.

“Not personally, but I radioed to the production assistant here and asked if Zoe seemed okay or not. She said Zoe was her usual Zoe self so we didn't bother with any further investigation.”

“Well thanks for really half-assing your job. I'll be sure to remember this conversation when it's time for performance reviews.”

Frank leaned back. “I did what I was supposed to do. It's not my fault Zoe didn't report the incident herself. Perhaps it was such a little deal she didn't feel the need to bother anyone with it. So maybe you shouldn't get so bent out of shape, boss.”

Chip sighed. Frank was right. He was getting more upset than the situation called for because it involved Zoe and Rick. “You're right. I'm just anxious for the finale tomorrow. And I'm ready to get the hell out of these woods. I won't hold this against you at reviews.”

Frank stood from the table and patted him on the shoulder. “Glad to hear it, boss. Now go have a beer before you accidentally fire someone.”

“I might do that.” Chip still had a few beers left in his personal cooler in his tent. Of course, they would be warm by now since he hadn't had new ice for them in days. But at this point, a warm beer was better than no beer. He needed a little something to take the edge off.

But first he had a pit stop to make.

“File this for me, would you?” Chip asked, dropping the incident report at a table of production assistants on his way out of the tent. He really didn't care if they wanted to or not. He knew they would do it because he told them to. Right now he had more important things to worry about than filing some stupid form. He had to find out from the source if things were okay or not.

It was still pretty early and since he hadn't seen Zoe at breakfast, she must still be getting ready for the finale. He stopped outside her tent door. “If you're in there, open up. We need to talk.”

He heard scuffling from inside the tent as she came to the door and unzipped it. Her hair was pulled up into a twist in the back and secured with a clip, makeup expertly applied as usual. He stepped into her tent without waiting for an invitation and spun her around in a circle, examining any area of flesh he could see for visible bruises that Rick may have caused.

When he was satisfied that he couldn't see anything obvious, he turned her back around to face him. “Did he hurt you?”

She scrunched her eyebrows together. “Good morning to you too.”

“Answer me,” Chip demanded, barely keeping calm. Damn it. Why did she have to be so infuriating all the time? Why couldn't she answer his question so he knew if his day would include filming the finale or filing a police report?

“I don't know what you're referring to, but no one hurt me.”

“I'm talking about that shithead Rick. I was given an incident report about an injury he sustained at the will of your knee sometime after the last elimination challenge. Imagine my surprise at not having heard about it from you or the production team earlier. So tell me, are you okay or do I need to call the police and have Rick strung up by his balls?”

“It really is amazing that no one told you sooner with how rationally you're taking the news now. I can't imagine why anyone would keep this from you.” She smirked and he suddenly wanted to kiss that smirk right off her face. He'd been so worried she had been truly hurt and here she was laughing at him. “I'm fine. I handled it and I think Rick will finally leave me alone.”

Chip didn't actually want to hear the details, but he had to know. “What did he do to you?”

“Nothing. A kiss. That's it. I'm fine, really.”

Rick's lips had been on hers again. But thank God that's where it had ended. He couldn't handle it if Rick had done anything more to Zoe. A kiss was already bad enough.

“A kiss is not nothing, but I'm glad to hear it wasn't anything more and that you're not hurt. If you had been … ” He trailed off.

“If I had been, then what?” she challenged, crossing her arms. “Last I checked you weren't too happy with me, not that I blame you.”

Chip stepped closer to Zoe and cupped her jaw in his hands, his thumb brushing against her lips. They parted with a gasp and he wanted nothing more than to taste her. But he wasn't going to make the same mistake again. She'd told him she didn't want him, even though everything about her body language, the way she looked at him, and her instantaneous reaction to his touch told him otherwise. As much as he hated it, he'd try his best to respect her wishes until she finally admitted it to herself that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

Didn't mean he couldn't still
want
to kiss her though, and damn it did he ever want to.

“It doesn't matter how I feel about you or whether or not you want me in your life. If Rick put his hands on you against your will, I'd break every one of his fingers. And probably his nose. And maybe a couple of ribs.”

He dipped his head, brushing his lips against hers softly, unable to resist their allure any longer, but he quickly pulled himself back before she could run away again. This time things would end on his terms, not hers.

Chip hovered over her, peering into her eyes. “You can push me away if you want to, but I'll never stand by and let someone push you around.”

She tilted her chin slightly as if asking him for another kiss. He dropped his hands and stepped back out of her tent, taking a deep breath of cool morning air into his lungs. “See you at the finale.”

Zoe cringed as Alex took another hard fall at the hands of Rick. Or in this case, the feet of Rick, since he'd been tripped. Alex grunted as he hit then quickly popped back up onto his feet again and took off down the wooden bridge after Rick. When Alex caught up to him, he jabbed him in the ribs causing Rick to lose his balance and stumble forward.

They'd been going at each other the entire finale and it didn't look like either of them planned to stop any time soon. It was as if they were purposefully after each other to prove something. This was more than just about winning the finale. This seemed personal.

Chip's production crew had outdone themselves this time. They'd constructed a giant apparatus twenty feet off the ground consisting of various rope and wooden bridges, ladders, and barriers. The contestants had to race around the setup gathering a variety of tokens that represented different moments in the game and then place them on a board in the right order. All of the team members had to work together to collect them, organize them, and hang them. The team who did it the fastest, successfully, would be the winners of the show.

The teams were evenly matched, both having collected roughly half of the tokens already. Of course, not many of those tokens could be attributed to Rick or Alex's efforts. Their efforts in the finale seemed to lie directly in making the other person feel as much pain as possible before the show ended. It was unnerving to watch.

“What the hell is going on with those two?” Chip asked, coming to stand beside Zoe while they peered up at the apparatus and the grown men acting like school kids.

“I have no idea. It's like they're out for blood instead of winning.”

“Did either of them say anything to you?”

You mean besides Alex threatening me to help him win?

She shook her head. “Nope. No one said a word to me about anything.”

Alex cursed loudly as he tumbled over the side of one of the bridges and landed in the net hanging beneath the entire apparatus. Now he had to crawl to one of the ladders and climb back up, easily losing time to gather tokens. From somewhere above him, Rick cackled as if he really enjoyed seeing Alex fall.

Where had all of this animosity between them come from? It wasn't as if they'd been living together recently to get on each other's nerves. At last week's challenges, they hadn't batted two eyelashes at each other. But now they acted as if they were archenemies.

Zoe's slip up to Rick about Alex threatening her flashed through her mind. Shit. Another disaster that was her fault. If she'd only been able to keep her mouth shut, this wouldn't be happening right now. Instead, Rick looked as if he wasn't going to stop until he made Alex pay.

“Get up here, we have the tokens!” Justin yelled from the platform where they would hang each of the tokens in the order in which the event happened on the show. They weren't allowed to start until each member of the team was accounted for on the platform and currently Alex was still in the net making his way to the ladder.

“Get your ass up here,” Dale called down to him. “We can't start without you and the other team is almost to their platform.”

Alex let loose a string of profanities and scurried to the ladder. He hoisted himself up onto the first wrung but his grip must not have been good enough because a second later he landed spread-eagled on the net again looking up at the sky.

Rick peered over the edge to gawk at Alex. “You get what you deserve!” He laughed again then joined his team on the platform so they could start hanging their tokens.

Zoe held her breath watching as Alex climbed the ladder. He'd better hurry or the game would be over before he even got up there. Then how angry would he be?

Alex pulled himself onto the wooden bridge then sprinted to the platform, collapsing when he reached it, attempting to catch his breath. The rest of his team jolted into action, arranging the tokens on the ground in order then hanging them on the hooks.