Candace glanced down the row of tents. “It looks like we’ve almost made it through all of them. Should we head back?”
Brent shook his head. “Let’s take our time going through these last few. Jackson looks like he’s enjoying his time with his lady friend.”
Candace smiled. “I knew there must be something going on with them.”
They moved slowly to the last few tents and took their time looking around. The tents were filled with local goods made by local artists. Candace bought a pair of handmade earrings andtucked them into her coat pocket before joining Brent again. Then they strolled back.
“Thank you for this,” Candace said softly. She looked up at him. “I needed it, and it was kind of you to think of me.”
The smile on her face was all the thanks he needed. He smiled and wrapped an arm around her, careful not to spill the drinks in his hands, and lightly squeezed her to him.
“Anything for you.”
She looked up at him. Their faces were mere inches apart, and his eyes looked between hers. He dipped his head in a quick decision of now or never, and when their lips connected, he swore fireworks went off. A vibration traveled through his body, and he stepped closer.
She hummed against his lips, and it wasn’t until an older lady cleared her throat that they pulled back.
Candace’s face flamed, and she pressed her lips together. “Sorry.”
The lady shook her head, smiled, and walked away, but not before saying, “At least someone is getting some action in this town.”
Brent chuckled and Candace’s eyes widened before moving to Brent’s. Then she burst out laughing.
