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“And even once you have your car back, if you have to work late, you’ll call me. I’ll come get you.”
Now, that one wasn’t so easy to agree to.
“We’ll see.”
He stormed back over to situate himself between her legs. “No ‘we’ll see,’ Tink. That’s an order.”
Isabelle gave him a firm look back, pressing a finger to his chest. “You don’t get to give me orders, Lachlan Wilder.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m in charge of you. I’m the oldest. It’s my job to make the rules, yours to follow them.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “I’m not seven anymore.”
No, but sometimes she liked to regress even younger. Loki gave her a knowing look and she ducked her head in embarrassment.
“I just want to take care of you, Tink.”
“I know. I know you do. Sorry I worried you.”
“Not your fault, Tinkerbelle. And if I didn’t have you to worry over, then what would I do with all my time?” he joked.
She snorted and he cuddled her close, running his hand up and down her back as she breathed him in. “Love you, Lachie.”
“Love you too, Isabelle.”
They stayed like that for a while until she forced herself to pull back. It would be all too easy to let herself just give in and tell him how she felt about him.
It will ruin everything.
“Right. So you mentioned bumper cars?”
He eyed her. “Nah, I was thinking I felt more like a corn dog.”
“Really?” She clapped her hands together. “And cotton candy?”
“Cotton candy? That shit will rot your teeth!”
She pouted.
“Let’s get two bags!”
She squealed, clapping her hands together as he turned around. “Get on, Tink.”
She climbed onto his back, and he grabbed hold of her before heading over to the food carts. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten breakfast.
“Faster, horsie! Faster!” she cried, giggling as he let out a neigh and started galloping.
That jolted her around which kind of hurt her bruised chest, but she wasn’t going to tell him to stop for anything.
Finally, they reached the food cart. Loki looked up at the woman. “I want the biggest bunch of cotton candy you can make.”
The woman smiled. “You got it.”
She soon handed back a huge circle of cotton candy that was precariously clinging to a stick.
Isa laughed as Loki let her down so she could take hold of it. “It’s nearly bigger than me!”
“I think you might suffocate eating that thing,” Loki agreed after paying for it. “You better let me help you eat it.” He buried his face right in it.
