Arriving at the fair, Eden wrinkled her nose.She hated crowds but she always attended the fair and helped where she could.She grabbed Maeve’s bags and followed her sister, helping her get set up at the face-painting stand.
“Are you okay?”Maeve asked.
There were a lot of people, and it was before nine o’clock in the morning.The Easter fair brought a lot of locals out, but people traveled for this as well.It was always a lot of work.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s all good.You know me.”She let out a little laugh, which she didn’t quite feel, but she was trying to keep her focus on what was important.
Eden had no idea why she hated crowds, or why they made her so nervous.It wasn’t like anything bad had happened to her in a crowd.
“I better get going.”
“If this is too much for you?”Maeve said.“I can take care of it.”
“Maeve, it’s fine.I do this every year, and every year it is always fine.I’m fine.”
“You’re saying fine a lot.”
“It’s how I handle and deal with it.Chat later.”She needed to go and get stuck in, otherwise, she would end up in one of the porta-potties, trying to control her breathing.
She made her way across the fair, trying to stay within her own space, but of course, people kept bumping into each other.
It’s fine.
She arrived at a trinket stand with homemade gifts.There were a lot of people in Rivermont Ridge who liked to dabble in crafts.There were handmade buttons, earrings, bracelets, necklaces, little frames, cards, and even items of clothing.
Stepping behind the stand, Martha offered her a smile.Martha was a lovely older woman who was the head of the crafts in Rivermont Ridge.She owned the craft store, which was also a fabric store, and a safe haven for anyone that crafted.
Eden was not a crafter.She had designed Martha’s website so she could compete with some of the bigger chain stores, and sending her business online had helped her a lot.Now, she had a lot of followers, and Eden had seen the shop grow stronger.
Usually, this stand was quiet, but in recent years, a lot of people had started to see the real value in homemade items, and Eden got involved in selling.
When there was a spare minute, she found herself looking at the cute handmade clothing.The sweaters looked adorable.She loved the one decorated with puppies.It was so cute, and she kept stroking it when she had a spare moment.
“Honey, Beatrice needs you on the book stand,” Martha said.
This is where she started moving from stand to stand.She hadn’t seen Razor yet, and she couldn’t help but keep looking for him.
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Razor hated and lovedthe Easter fair.
It was good, because nine times out of ten, the sun was shining, and it was a lovely event.There was good food and pretty much anything anybody could buy.He didn’t like that in recent years, a lot of assholes liked to come, and Sheriff Hayes had asked for their help.
They brought their bikes and used them as a cover to be at the fair.This was no longer a fun time for them, but a job.There had been a few times Razor had to intervene, when he saw some guys about to hurt another.
The sheriff wanted the fair to go off without a hitch.It could be hard to accomplish with so many people around.Also, there was alcohol, which never freaking helped.
He stood near one corner of the fair and watched, making sure no one stole anything, keeping an eye and ear out for any kind of trouble.Across from him was Maeve’s makeup stand for face painting.He’d seen the long line of children looking excited at the prospect of getting their faces painted, and Maeve was a real winner with those kids.She had them all smiling and happy as she painted them as bunnies, fairies, or even scary villains.Some of the boys didn’t want their faces painted, and she would talk to the moms who would agree to let them be whatever they wanted.
“Anything?”Doc asked, coming to stand beside him.
“Same old, same old.I heard Savage had to break up some kids attempting to buy pot, but other than that, it has been quiet.”
He hadn’t seen Eden yet, and he was starting to get a little irritated.Mac was supposed to come and give him a break, but as usual, Mac was a no-show, and it was starting to piss him off.
“She’s good,” Doc said.
Razor looked at Doc and followed his gaze to where Maeve was working on a couple of twins.“Yeah, she’s the best.”
