“Greek god, huh?” he asks, amusement in his eyes.
I bite down on my smile and shrug. “You know what you look like.”
27
Ivy
Fried food, nineties country music, and laughter drift through the air as we step past the ticket booth, and into the Canyon Creek Summer Fair. Games and food booths line the wide open field while the rides glitter and flash their lights in the distance. The warm summer night breeze picks up, lifting Sophie’s dress, and making her squeal, giving her a super hot Marilyn Monroe moment.
Buck and Maggie fall behind, walking slowly hand in hand as we enter the fairgrounds. Sophie and Maverick break off to the ring toss booth immediately, leaving us all behind without a word.
Twins are weird.
Up ahead, Delilah walks between Lincoln and Beau, who are swinging her by her hands.
“I love it here,” I say, more to myself, but Wesley hears it all the same.
“Yeah?” he asks, reaching his hand over, and locking his pinky with mine.
I look up at him, and grin. “Yeah.”
“Iby!” Delilah yells, turning around.
Wes drops his hand just in time, and gives me a small smile. I can’t wait for the day we don’t have to hide it from her. I know we should, but it doesn’t make it suck any less.
“Can we go get cotton candy?” she calls out.
I look over to her dad, who smiles and nods in approval.
Delilah decides it’s me and Uncle Lincoln who are to accompany her on this cotton candy journey, so the three of us set off in the direction of the food booths.
While we wait in line, Delilah begs to ride on Lincoln's shoulders, so he lifts her with ease, plopping her down behind his head. Delilah plays with his mop of curly brown hair while looking over the crowd from her new perch, and chattering animatedly to herself about the rides she wants to try.
Lincoln and I are discussing whether or not his Fish and Wildlife training gives him the upper hand on the water gun game.
“Chicken,” he mutters.
“It wouldn’t be fair. You’ve had official firearm training. I have not,” I tell him, rolling my eyes.
“Ivy, it’s a water gun. Aim and press a button,” he says, already annoyed with me.
“You’re trying to hustle me,” I declare, narrowing my eyes on him.
“Hustle? What–”
“Shut up,” I hiss, and zero in on the blonde bombshell who just walked up on Maverick and Wesley. “Who is that?” I whisper.
Lincoln looks to where my attention has strayed, and sighs, long and loud. “Katie.”
At first, I wondered if she was there to flirt with Maverick, but then she turns her back, blocking him out, and focuses all of her attention on Wesley.
MyWesley.
The super hot, tall, thin, complete opposite of me, blonde twirls a lock of hair around her finger, and laughs way too hard at something Wesley said. He seems to have said it with a straight face, and looks shocked by her reaction, but it irritates me anyway. Maverick covers his mouth, chuckling, and turning to abandon his brother.
“Who is Katie?” I grind out.
“A girl who can’t take a hint,” he answers. “Wes kissed her once in high school and she hasn’t left him alone since. She’s crazy. And not in a misogynist—every girl is crazy—way. She’s actually crazy. He’s turned her down a million times. Sarah used to be his shield for her insanity,” he adds, laughing to himself.
