Nope, time for a new subject, and fast. I glanced to the side and saw the Lost Boys making obnoxious kissy faces. That did it. I nodded at them and forced myself to pull away.
“Alright boys, go man the fishing booth,” Scott said. “If Carol catches you goofing off, she won’t let you use the hoop for a week.” He gave a soft smile as the boys ran off.
He popped the trunk and pulled out a cardboard painting with a clock face to look like Big Ben. “Josh helped me paint it.” Setting it against the trunk, we admired it. “Okay, I asked for his help, but before too long, he kicked me off the project.” Scott grinned, looking at the painting. “Josh sure has a thing for paint.”
“Maybe you really are Peter Pan. You have helped that band of Lost Boys more than anyone. How did you get them to open up?”
“I convinced my dad to help me put in a hoop for them.” Scott shrugged it off like it wasn’t a big deal, but I knew. It was a huge deal. He reached into the back seat and grabbed a half-empty bag of candy. “Ugh! Those hooligans ate half the candy already.”
I laughed and wrapped my arm around his. “I bought a fewextra bags. Let’s go grab them.” We wandered into the barn to get the candy.
“If I’m Peter Pan, then maybe you should've dressed up as Wendy.”
I scowled. “Why be Wendy? Tinkerbell can fly and has magic.” I shimmied my wings for emphasis.
“Yeah, but Peter likes Wendy.” He winked down at me. “But with that skirt on Tink, I'm pretty sure he would've changed his mind.”
I blushed and had the urge to fan my face. Luckily, my hands were in reach of the bags of candy. I grabbed them to keep my hands busy. If thinking happy thoughts and pixie dust caused a person to fly, I should've been soaring at the tops of the maple trees.
“Alright, Tink. Looks like this party is starting.” He nodded to the kids and parents making their way up the street.
We joined the line and started passing out candy to what felt like every cowboy, monster, and princess in town. I was pretty sure I saw a few of the high school kids twice. If they took the time to wait in this line twice, they could have all the candy they wanted.
“Are you Tinkerbell?” a cute little girl with blonde curls dressed as a princess asked. “I almost came as a fairy, but Mom said I couldn’t buy a new costume.”
The woman behind in a matching costume sighed. “I had already bought this one.” She grinned as she looked at her daughter. “That was even after the double pinky promise you wouldn’t change your mind . . . again.” The woman blushed as she nodded to her pink satin dress. “She wanted to match.”
That was so sweet.
“Well, I wanted to be a princess, but this guy insisted on Peter Pan.” I elbowed Scott.
Carol walked toward us with Betty Ann and I saw her resemblance to the blonde princess in front of me.
“Oh, is this your granddaughter?” I asked Betty Ann. I reached forward and put an extra candy in her bucket with a wink.
Betty Ann stepped up near her granddaughter. “Yep, this is Millie.”
Carol bent down and looked at the mini princess.
“Oh my goodness, she is a doll.”
“I think your Peter Pan costume is too small.” The little girl giggled as she glanced up at Scott.
Her mother turned red. “Millie! What did we say about thoughts?”
“Sometimes they should be inside ones.” She continued to stare Scott down.
He chuckled and bent down so he was at eye level with her. “You’re right. I think the suit is magic. I put it on, and I grew eight inches.”
Her eyes turned wide. “Really?” She eyed his costume with more interest. “So it’s magic?”
Scott nodded. “It must be.”
Ugh. Of course, he would be cute with kids. But his vision board had no kids on it.
Not that it mattered. We were both leaving.
Did it matter?I shook the thought away.
