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biscuits in the oven while Ava cooked the bacon.
    I sat at the table while I watched her cook. “So, have you come up with any ideas on how we can pay our sisters back for their shenanigans?” I asked.
    “Oh, I don’t know . It might be kinda fun to tar and feather them and maybe parade them in downtown Creekview during the busy part of the day.”
    “I can’t be lieve I fell for it. I hope that little brat’s taking care of my Camaro.”  I would be super pissed if she messed up my car.
    “London’s usually pretty careful with mine, not that she’s borrowed it very much.”
    “Kelsey’s like a tornado, so yeah, I’ll probably be worrying about my car all week. Guess there’s not much I can do about it now, though.”
    “I’ m sure it’ll be fine,” Ava said as she removed the sizzling bacon from the skillet. My stomach growled in response as the aroma wafted through the air.
    Working with her back to me, I heard the eggs crack as she tapped them against the skillet . My eyes fell to her derriere, and even though I couldn’t prevent my male appreciation of such a fine ass, I reminded myself that my week here was for the sole purpose of focusing on the triathlon.
    Determined to make myself useful, I decided to slice an orange to add to our breakfast choices.
    When everything was finished, we sat down to eat.
    “Thanks for cooking, Ava,” I said, admiring her face as she sat across from me.
    “You ’re welcome.” Her smiled melted something inside me, a part of me that wanted to protect her. Everything about her called to my masculinity, her soft, sweet voice, her beauty, her docile behavior.
    The rain continued to splatter violently against the roof as we ate.
    “Well, it doesn’t look like I’ll get my swim in today,” I said, glancing at the misery outside of the wet windowpanes . As if confirming my statement, lightening flickered, followed by another loud roar of thunder.
    “I think we’re definitely stuck inside today,” Ava said, agreeing with my assessment.
    “So what should we do for fun?” I asked. “We don’t have Internet access. We don’t have TV.”
    “Maybe we could play a game,” Ava said, a forkful of eggs hovering close to her mouth.
    “Maybe,” I agreed. “I wonder if they have any board games around here.”
    “I don’t remember seeing any, but I’ll look when we get through eating.”
    I couldn’t remember the last time I’d played a board game. If I were at home, I’d use my time more efficiently, but seeing as there was nothing constructive that I could do now, other than maybe push-ups or sit-ups, I figured I may as well entertain Ava with a game.
    After we finished breakfast, I helped Ava clean the kitchen . We searched the cabin for games, but came up empty. I did manage to find a spiral notebook and an ink pen.
    “We may not have any board games,” I said meeting her back in the living room, “but there is one game we can play.”
    “What’s that?” she asked, as we both sat on the couch.
    “You should like it, too . It kind of fits in with your fantasies about killing off men.”
    She looked at me puzzled, her brow furrowed in confusion.
    “Russian roulette?” she guessed.
    I laughed. “With imaginary bullets? That would kind of defeat the purpose. This is a game that Kelsey and I used to play when we were younger.”
    “What is it?” she asked.
    “Hangman.”
    A look of recognition crossed her face . “Prepare to get your butt kicked.”
    I scoffed. “Confident, aren’t we?”
    I handed the paper and pen to her. “I’ll let you start.”
    “Okay,” she agreed, taking them from me . “The first one to win five games will be the official winner. If you finish a puzzle, you get one point. If you hang your man, you get nothing.”
    “Okay, but there is a catch.”
    “What’s that?” she asked.
    “ The puzzles have to be something about the other person. Like for you, I might make a puzzle from the word beautiful .”
    I saw a hint