She huffs a laugh. “Isn’t that what you did when you went to his clubhouse?”
“No,” I bite out a little too quickly, irritated because maybe it’s true.
“Right.” She hooks her arm through mine and changes the subject. “Let’s go ride the carousel. It’s my favorite.”
A few minutes later, I’m seated on a pretty white and gold horse spinning in a circle when the sound of motorcycles carries over the calliope music. Carmen and I turn toward the sound and spot them. I don’t have to read the patches on their backs to know it’s the Saint’s Outlaws pulling into the gravel lot.
Carmen gives me a look, nodding toward them.
I don’t need her to point them out; I’m totally aware of Blue as he climbs from his bike and glances toward the fair.
When the ride ends, Carmen and I wander closer and watch the six of them strolling through the fair. A couple of them laugh and point toward one of the arcades where you shoot a target.They stop and play, and I stand in the shadows by the hot dog vendor, my eyes feasting on Blue.
God, how I’ve missed him.
In my mind, I will him to turn my way, and when he does, our eyes connect. He gives me an almost imperceptible lift of his chin, then he scans the crowd, and I know he’s searching for my father.
I can’t blame him.
“Carmen?” I hiss.
“Yeah?” She’s standing at my side, her gaze on them as well.
“Let’s go over to the funhouse.”
She glances at Blue, then me. She knows immediately what I’m up to.
I point toward it with as little a gesture as I can, and Blue glances that way, then nods.
He doesn’t keep me waiting long. I’ve kept an eagle eye out for my parents, and they’re nowhere in sight.
Blue wastes no time in taking my hand and tugging me toward the funhouse entrance. Once we’re inside, it’s dark and private. He finds a corner and pulls me into it, and his mouth comes down on mine. His kiss is hot and hungry, and I clutch at him desperately. God, I’ve become addicted to his kisses. I can’t get enough.
When we finally break apart to gasp for breath, he cups my face. “Didn’t expect to see you up here. We were passing through town on our way to the clubhouse. Been riding for hours. Didn’t know Prez was gonna stop until he pulled over.”
“I get it.”
His thumb strokes my cheek. “Missed you, though.”
“Did you?”
“Of course.”
Several people come through behind us, and Blue grabs my hand. “Come on.”
We walk through the hall of mirrors and then the wobbly stairs and spinning barrel. By the time we make it outside, I’m dizzy and feeling a little woozy.
Blue frowns when he sees my hand on my stomach. “You okay?”
“Yes. Of course.” We stand in the dark shadows along the side of the funhouse, but still, I’m nervous someone in my family will pass by. But then I spot my father in the distance talking with Blue’s president.
Blue rubs my shoulder. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’ll be fine.”
“You want a lemonade?” he offers.
“Yes, I’m probably just overheated. It was hot in there.”
