Stuck on You by Heather Thurmeier

in front of her as if Ben needed some kind of protection. “We found it. And if we’re the first ones to open it, the prize inside is ours.”
    “Like hell it is,” she fired back. “We were here first. It’s ours.”
    Miles laughed then turned his back on her. “Sure, you may have gotten here first but that’s not what the rules say. It’s the team who
finds
the cache that gets the prize.”
    Paige moved closer, watching as Ben twisted off the miniature acorn top. He pulled out a tiny piece of paper and unfolded it at least six or seven times before it was large enough to read. The cache number card was easy to spot, but there was another paper with it. A smile grew on Ben’s face.
    “Ten thousand dollars.” Ben voice wavered as if he fought back tears. “Each.”
    Miles let out a loud cheer and fist pumped the air. “I knew there’d be something great in such a difficult cache.”
    “Wow. Congratulations,” Paige said. Seeing how happy they both were, it was hard to be too disappointed that she’d missed out on the money. Sure, she could have used it like anyone else, but somehow, seeing a grown man fight back tears made her think that Ben needed the money more than she did.
    “You’re congratulating them?” Zoe sneered. “They took our money and you pat them on the back for it.”
    “Hey now. It’s our money. We won it fair and square.” Ben puffed his chest, defending himself. “You may be able to beat us in a foot race, but I’ll beat you in an intelligence test any day.”
    His challenge was directed at Zoe for her harsh comments, and Paige couldn’t help but agree. After all the time she’d known Zoe, intellect wouldn’t be the first character trait that came to mind to describe her. Bitchy, yes. Materialistic, yes. Giant high-maintenance pain in the ass? Oh, you betcha.
    As Ben and Zoe threw words at each other, Paige held her GPS unit out to Miles. “Can you take a picture of me with the cache card so I can get Zoe out of here?” she asked, sliding her lip balm quickly against her dry lips. A little glistening minty lip balm never hurt a photo op.
    He quickly snapped a picture of her holding the number then she snapped one of him, although she wasn’t quite as speedy about it as he was. Seeing him standing there, smiling at her with the same dorky thumbs up she’d done at her first cache — which Zoe had made fun of — made her feel slightly less dorky. If a hunk like Miles could do it, why couldn’t she? Of course, a hunk like Miles could probably do whatever he wanted and still look amazing. That was the difference, wasn’t it?
    She took one last glance at his picture on the screen before giving it back, and wished she’d thought to make the mistake of using her GPS instead of his so that she’d have the picture to look at whenever she wanted. Oh well. Maybe she could sneak a picture another time. It wasn’t like they’d been told not to take pictures of the scenery and such along the way. And Miles certainly was good scenery.
    Pulling Zoe away from Ben as they continued to shoot insults at each other, they made their way back down the trail toward the car. The only thing that got Zoe to focus on the game again was to remind her there were still other caches to find and arguing with Ben on the trail wasn’t going to help them find them before the other teams.
    As Zoe peeled out of the parking lot, Paige glanced back. She couldn’t help but remember the feeling she’d had with Miles standing so close. Or how the smell of him had made her head feel a little woozy.
    Not that it mattered anyway. A guy like Miles would never go for a girl like Paige. No. He was more likely to go for a girl like Zoe. Minus the bitchy confrontational part, because really, who would want to put up with that for a lifetime of matrimony?
    But no matter how annoyed Miles appeared to get with Zoe, surely not even he could resist her good looks for long — no guy could resist a body like hers, even