Nate guided the sprawling display base up the ramp, into his station, and right where it needed to be; he breathed out in relief—it’d been both heavy and fragile—and took a step back, and shoved up sleeves.
He loved what they’d made. He loved this whole competition—not necessarily the competitive part, but seeing what he could do. A challenge. Testing limits.
He turned as Rosie came up with the other boxes. “Are there more?”
“No, this is everything.” She set it all down, nodded at Evan and Lindsay, gazed at their still-covered structure. “Ready when they say go.”
“Speaking of that,” said a voice—that voice, instantly recognizable, a polished patrician summons that went straight to Nate’s heart. “I’m here to play host, not on camera, but to tell you when to begin. You’ll have three hour
