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out she’d have to go back home. Evan might never see her again.
    Brad crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Why are you so interested in keeping Cassidy around? You enjoying her rack, too? Hey, do you guys zoom in on the goods? I would totally sneak a closer peek if I could.”
    “I’m thinking about my paycheck, that’s all. I’m not checking out her rack.”
    And he better stop checking out her rack, too, or I’m going to smack him upside the head with his surfboard. If he tries to touch her, I’m gonna break his fingers.
    “I don’t know, dudes. I guess I’ll just wing it during the ceremony.” Brad walked out of the room, leaving Evan with a pit in his stomach.
    • • •
    The women stood facing Brad and Spencer. This was it. The ceremony where Brad would decide who he was putting in the bottom three for America’s vote.
    Evan’s palms turned clammy as he waited for the news. He had no idea this process would bother him so much, but he felt almost as nervous as the women looked.
    He focused his camera tighter on Cassidy’s face. He couldn’t gage her expression, but she seemed nervous and uncomfortable.
    Is she hoping to go home or stay?
    She shifted her weight and straightened her dress. Her eyes glanced toward his camera. If she made it through this week, he would have to tell her not to look at the camera so much. Throughout her dinner with Brad, Cassidy had glanced up at the camera — a big no-no in reality TV. Contestants were supposed to pretend the cameras didn’t exist, not talk to them and scold them.
    If looks could kill, he’d definitely be dead after Cassidy caught him filming her bending over to get the bag of flour at the challenge. The scenery had definitely been pleasing, as was her reaction. He couldn’t help but smile at the memory of her embarrassment when she realized he stood behind her, filming her every move. He liked seeing her flustered. It was cute and sort of sweet.
    “Welcome to the first bottom three ceremony, ladies,” Spencer started, pulling Evan out of his thoughts. “So what did you think about Brad?” He patted Brad on the back.
    The women cheered.
    “Excellent. We had a feeling you’d like him.” Spencer turned to Brad, addressing the next questions directly to him. “So, Brad, how did you enjoy meeting these beautiful women?”
    “What’s not to like? These women are extremely beautiful. I loved getting a chance to have a little one-on-one time with them. I’m looking forward to getting to know them better.”
    “I’m sure you are.” Spencer laughed again, although it sounded forced and unnatural.
    Ugh. Can they make this any cheesier? Does America really fall for this fake crap?
    “It’s time to get on with the ceremony.” Spencer said, a serious expression creasing his brow. “It’s time to hear who you’ve chosen to put in the bottom three.”
    Brad put on a grave expression to match Spencer’s.
    Oh, come on already.
    “Dude, this decision is so hard.” Brad shook his head. “I hate to put any of them in a position to go home.”
    I bet you have other positions you’d like to see these women in, don’t you?
    “I know this can’t be easy for you, but in the end you can only date one woman,” Spencer said. “Now, who’s the first unlucky woman in the bottom three?”
    “I’m really sorry, but it’s Julia.”
    Julia’s face fell and she was ushered to the side, away from the other girls.
    “Why Julia?” Spencer asked.
    “I just didn’t feel like we connected as well as I did with some of the other girls. It’s nothing personal. She’s a beautiful girl.”
    “Okay, who’s next?”
    Tension floated in the air as the other women waited to hear their fate.
    “I’m sorry to say that Courtney and I didn’t seem to have much in common so I’ve chosen her for the bottom three as well.”
    “Courtney,” Spencer said with sympathy, “if you could please join Julia. Your final choice tonight?”
    “Oh man, this is the