Keith dug around in Kordie’s bag and pulled out a bottle of sun guard. “Everyone lotion up.”
Dume looked up at the cloudless sky and nodded, reaching for the bottle after Keith finished rubbing Kordie and himself down.
Sera passed the bottle to Sam, who pushed it away. “I do not need any.”
She pushed it back. “You think you’re tougher than the sun?”
“I do not burn,” he replied and passed the bottle back to Kordie.
Sera ignored him and turned to Dume. “You’re riding with me. I don’t want to be smashed between him and the side of the seat.” She motioned to Sam as she spoke.
It didn’t escape Rory’s attention that Sera could have asked Rory to ride with her since she’s smaller than both Sam and Dume. Sam’s size had nothing to do with her asking Dume to be her seat buddy.
Sam frowned at Sera. “Dume is large as well.”
“And yet you are twice his size,” Sera said, looking him up and down.
Covering her mouth, Rory tried not to laugh. “I’ll ride with you, Sammy.”
He looked at the group and grunted. “You do not have a choice, and do not call me that.”
“I would’ve picked you anyway,” she told him, bumping his arm with her shoulder.
“I would like to get this over with and leave,” he griped and stalked toward the ride.
Once everyone paired up, Rory made Sam ride on the inside. “I would rather ride on the outside,” he said gruffly.
Her hair rustled as she shook her head vigorously. “You’ll smash me into a pancake. Wait and see.”
They loaded into the seats, and the ride started out slow. Sam side-eyed her. “You consider this fun?”
His thighs were large, and Rory nervously eyed the gap between her lap and the bar. “Yes.” The ride picked up speed, slanting the seats, and she shrieked as her body flew into Sam’s.
He made no sound, but his knuckles turned white around the bar. The ride spun even faster, and his face remained blank as the others screamed. She clung to his arm to keep from flying out, and looking over at her, he straightened his arm against her stomach to hold her in.
Everyone stumbled a little when they exited the ride, but not theAngel. Rory set her jaw.Challenge accepted.
Next, they did the gravity spin, a ride where you leaned againstmats with no buckles, and the ride spun so fast you were glued to the wall.Still nothing.
After that,Rory pulled out her phone and handed it to Sam. “Will you take a picture of us?” She wanted to capture as many memories as she could.
He grabbed the phone, and before everyone smiled, he snapped the picture and held the phone out to her.
“Is he kidding?” Keith muttered.
“Wait until we’re in place and smiling, then count to three and take the pictureafteryou say three,” Kordie instructed.
He sighed and held the camera up, and when the group was ready, he counted to three, snapped the picture, and handed it back.
Kordie shook her head and whispered to Rory, “Do we ask him to take a few more or leave it be?”
Dume snorted. “Leave it be.”
Rory took her phone from Sam’s outstretched hand. “Thank you.” She lifted his arm, ducked under so it was draped across her shoulders, and leaned in while holding out her phone. “Smile!”
He scowled down at her, and she snapped a picture. “Try looking at the camera this time.”
His mouth never moved as he glared at the camera. She sighed. “Good enough.”
