“I’m good.”
Rolling her head on his shoulder, Sophie searched his gaze. “But—”
“I’m good.” He smiled. “Better than good. Just need you to ride a little longer with me.”
“I can do that.” She wanted to argue but the noise of the festival had finally infiltrated the passion fog in her head and Sophie smiled even as her cheeks heated with a combination of embarrassment and arousal when she remembered where they were. What she’d let him do to her.In public. She hoped the enclosure hid them from view.
“We’re going to stop soon. We were the second-to-last ones on so it’ll be a few stops before we get to the ground.”
As he said the words, the cage jerked beneath them, rocked to a standstill a few meters off the ground, the riders two seats below them being let off.
Turning her head, Sophie’s gaze moved over the people milling around in front of the Ferris wheel—and locked on the creepy blue gaze of her worst nightmare.
Recoiling, she sucked in a breath and choked on a scream as she scrambled away from the man who’d taken away her sense of safety and replaced it with fear.
“Soph?” Stone grabbed her shoulders and kept her from climbing off his lap. “Soph, what’s wrong?”
“Him.” Air wheezed through her constricted throat, tangled in her vocal cords. “Him. I-it’shim.”
Stone’s head spun around and he moved his torso to hide her behind him. “Where?”
“Right there. In front of us.” The seat jerked and they began the upward climb again.
“I don’t see him.” He leaned to the side and peered through the bars, his gaze scanning the crowd walking around beneath the Ferris wheel. Sitting back, he dug his phone from his pocket and quickly made a call. “Jack. Soph just spotted Hagar at the base of the Ferris wheel. To the north. I didn’t set eyes on him though.”
Sophie couldn’t hear what Jack said and Stone’s side of the conversation buzzed in her ears like the drone of a thousand bees.
Hewashere.
And he’d found her just as Stone told her he would.
