“It wasn’t a clear shot. He’s built lean like Ethan. Not as tall, though.”
“We should talk to him after the game. Find out how old he is and where he’s from. We have to figure this out. Maybe we can get his name and contact information, then we could just look him up.”
His gaze locked on her. “Listen, Mags. We should probably tread carefully here. We don’t know what we’re stepping into.”
His comment made that anchor sink a little deeper in her gut. What were they dealing with here? “You’re right.”
While the guy rallied more players, they studied his every move. He seemed more extroverted than Ethan, calling boldly, making conversation with folks who came over. But some of his mannerisms, like the way he gave his cap a sharp tug, reminded her of Ethan.
There was definitely something here.
They played three games in a row. Maggie, mind whirling with questions, could hardly hit the target. Josh, on the other hand, won the last two games.
After the winning bell sounded, he stood and Maggie followed suit. She hoped he had a plan because she hadn’t thought this far ahead, and his warning about treading carefully buzzed in her ears.
Ethan’s look-alike approached. “Congrats, man. You get to pick from these prizes since you won twice. The sea turtles are popular, but personally I think the monkey’s pretty sweet.”
Josh nudged Maggie. “Whatever the lady wants.”
“Um, let’s go with the monkey.”
“Good choice. Plus, bonus, his hands Velcro together so he can hang on to you instead of the other way around.”
Maggie accepted the little blue guy. “You do a nice job with the game. You must’ve been at this awhile.”
“Actually, I’ve only worked here a few weeks.”
“You’re a natural then,” Josh said.
“Well, thanks, guys.” He stepped away, clearly needing to return to his job.
“Have a good evening now.”
“Same to y’all.” He turned on his headset. “All right, folks, step right up. Aim for the target, make the minion rise, and win a prize! It’s just that easy!”
As she and Josh folded into the passing crowd, Maggie couldn’t resist glancing over her shoulder. “We have to go back. We didn’t even get his name.”
“We know where to find him, though. We should talk this through a little. Plus Erin will be dropping Zoey off soon.”
Maggie checked her watch. He was right. She’d completely lost track of time. But who could blame her when she’d just found the apparition of her dead husband?
It was too noisy to talk, so they kept their thoughts to themselves as they navigated the crowd. But the longer Maggie reflected, the more she realized Josh had been right about biding their time. They might’ve stumbled upon a tricky situation. The particular scenario she imagined made her wonder if they’d soon regret their curiosity.
Was he thinking the same thing?
Once inside the quiet of the cab, Josh started the vehicle and pulled from the lot. The glow of streetlights flickered on his face, revealing a furrowed brow and a downturned mouth.
Maggie didn’t want to be the first to say it.
He glanced her way, holding her gaze for several full seconds before returning his focus to the road. “It can’t be what we’re thinking.”
“I know.”
“My parents are happily married. I mean, don’t get me wrong, they fuss and fight sometimes, but they’re completely devoted to one another.”
“I agree.”
“My dad is head over heels for my mom.”
