Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
“No. Not at all.”
“Yeah. Neither do you.”
She gasped, because she could feel the sticky goodness all around her mouth. “I know, I look beautiful as always.”
Something in his face changed. There was a look of . . . love? Affection? Need?
Nah, she was just projecting.
“So? Ferris wheel?” he asked. “Or games?”
“Definitely games. There’s no way I can go on the Ferris wheel without throwing up.”
They finished up the candyfloss, using some wet wipes Isa kept in her handbag to clean themselves up. Then Loki drew her against him, with his arm over her shoulders. “But going on the Ferris wheel now would be just like old times. Remember the time we came to this fair when you were ten? It stopped at the top to let people on and it was swaying back and forth, and you threw up everywhere?”
“Noo, why would you bring that up?” she grumbled. “That was so humiliating. I puked on people.”
“I know. That’s what made it so funny.”
She glared up at him. “You’re the worst.”
“If I’m the worst, then why do you love me?” He tickled her sides and she screamed with laughter. People smiled at them indulgently as they walked past. Loki picked her up under her arms and swung her around.
“Oh my God! Loki, no!”
He grinned as he settled her down and kissed the top of her forehead. “Come on, I’ll win you a stuffy.”
Shaking her head, she let him take hold of her hand as he led her toward the carnival games.
Her stomach was still rolling, and exhaustion was a thick wave threatening to pull her under.
But to spend time with Loki . . . a happy, smiling, relaxed Loki . . . she’d put up with anything.
Remy watched them.
Yep, once again, he was relegated to the outside looking in. It had never worried him before he’d met her. And now . . . he wanted to be a part of it.
Of her life.
Of theirs?
He’d been thinking about that all day, pondering the positives and negatives.
And the only thing he kept coming back to was, what wouldn’t he do to be with Isa?
Would sharing her be worth it in order to have her?
The answer was yes.
But his opinion wasn’t the only one that had importance. His gaze narrowed as she saw her shoulders droop for a moment. He’d seen Loki piggyback her, and had been worried that something was wrong. But then they’d stuffed themselves with sugar . . . something that had made him cringe. They were probably going to feel like crap later. Would they eat a healthy dinner?
Shit. He had to stop.
She looked so exhausted. Couldn’t he see it? Loki turned and glanced down at her. Concern filled his face.
Okay, he saw it.
Leaning in, the other man whispered something to her and she shook her head.
It irritated Remy that he didn’t know what they were talking about. Was he asking her if she was all right?
Was she lying to him?
Had she told him about why she’d run off the road?
He followed them over to the games. They played some before Loki let out a whoop and handed Isabelle an enormous teddy bear. Isa almost stumbled under its weight and Loki quickly grabbed it back.
The person running the stall was looking at Loki in dismay and Remy snorted. It was likely that the game was rigged so no one was supposed to win the big prize. Somehow, Loki had done it.
Loki held the bear in one arm, wrapping his free arm around Isa’s shoulders.
And then they were heading off again. Both of them looked happy.
Isa looked adoringly up at Loki, then away. Likely missing that Loki looked at her exactly the same way.
17
Isa smiled as she watched Loki in the bumper cars. A boy who looked to be about ten had just smashed into him and Loki whooped, holding out his fist for the kid to bump.
She leaned against the giant teddy bear he’d won her. It was utterly ridiculous. Enormous. Crazy. So over-the-top.
And she adored it.
In fact, she’d decided she was going to sleep with it. Maybe a nap this afternoon. A wave of fatigue washed through her. Why was she so tired? They hadn’t been at the fair that long. Usually, she could spend most of the day here without getting tired.
Loki had wanted to take her home after winning Mr. Biggles for her. That was the name of her bear. But she’d insisted he at least play the bumper cars.
“Glad you decided against getting into a bumper car. I’d have been very unhappy if you had.”
The voice made her jolt and let out a startled grunt.
She nearly slid over onto her ass and Remy had to quickly grab her, holding her up.
“Shit. Sorry, baby. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Uh, you just startled me is all.” Unfortunately, her head was now swimming and her heart was thumping erratically.