I’d follow this woman anywhere, but I don’t tell her that. The guys trail behind her as Jasper drops back to my side. “That’s Harper?”
I nod. “That’s Harper.”
“Wow.”
Harper is handing out assignments when I get up to her.
“Marcus. You’re going to be taking tickets at the cotton candy stand.”
“Got it. Care to show me where it is?”
Harper points around Jasper. “Up front.”
“Nice try,” Jasper whispers.
“Damn it,” I mutter to myself. I head back the way I came, following my nose to the snack shack. Not only do they have cotton candy, but they’re also selling popcorn, nachos, and churros.
“Are you here to take tickets?” a frazzled-looking mom asks me.
“I am.”
“Great.” She hands over a bucket. “All snacks are one ticket. Think you can manage?”
“I think so.”
“Great. They’ll let you know if anything is sold out. I need to head over to face painting.”
I can’t get another word in before she’s rushing off and the line starts moving. Taking the tickets is a mindless job. A few times, my eyes spot the girls with their friends. Thankfully, their arms aren’t loaded down with prizes they don’t need.
Harper? She’s nonexistent. No matter how hard my eyes search, I can’t find her. So much for getting face time in with her today.
A few people ask for pictures, and I oblige, asking them not to post on social media. I don’t want people knowing why I’m here. Considering how long I’ve been in the league, it’s a wonder that I’ve been able to keep this private as long as I have.
“How are things going over here?” Harper asks, appearing as if out of thin air.
“Good.” I take another ticket as I keep the line moving toward the cotton candy booth. Hopping up other people’skids on sugar? Done deal. It means I can also make sure the girls split a cotton candy if they come through.
“I appreciate all the guys helping out.”
“No problem. We weren’t busy today.” I take another ticket, ignoring the curious gaze of the woman I took it from. It’s theI know you, but don’t know where fromlook that I’m familiar with. “So, did you do anything fun this week?”
“Not really.”
“No?” I quirk a brow at her. There’s a break in the line, and I cross my arms, staring down at her. “You didn’t catch a hockey game by chance?”
“What?” She sounds shocked. “Why would I be at a hockey game?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” I smile, taking a ticket from a teen who comes through the line. “Might have seen you on the big screen.”
“Damn it. How in the world did you catch that when you’re supposed to be on the ice?”
I smirk at her. “When there’s a break in play, it’s easy.”
“It seems like you already know what I did.” Harper brushes a blonde lock of hair out of her face. “Are you gloating?”
“Not gloating. Just find it interesting you showed up. Didn’t feel like kissing the guy next to you?”
“Why would I kiss the random stranger next to me? I don’t make a habit of kissing men I don’t know.”
