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“I know what your plan is,” she accused, trying to “splash” him, but the bubbles didn’t cooperate, sticking to her hand instead and plopping back onto the sea surrounding them.
He laughed. With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he scooped up an armful of bubbles. “I’m not denying it.”
“Which doesn’t make it any better.” Instinctively knowing what he was about to do, she took a few steps back, but only managed to plop down in the midst of the bubbles.
Laughing, he held out a hand and pulled her to her feet. She sputtered, clearing the bubbles from her face.
“You look good covered in bubbles.” H
is eyes glittered with all sorts of mischief.
“Trace.”
“What?” He gave her an innocent look. “You do. I like it.”
Truthfully, she liked how he looked waist deep in bubbles, too. There were too many people around for her mind to go to romantic bubble baths, but seeing Trace laughing out loud had cracked something inside her.
Something that had been vital in protecting her from how she felt about him. How dared he break down her defenses with bubbles and laughter and talk of getting to know each other? Who did that?
Then again, nothing about Trace had ever been typical, so of course he’d use bubbles to knock down the barriers she’d erected between them. Bubbles.
No one could be standoffish when surrounded by bubbles.
“Shake your leg and be quiet,” she ordered, but was unable to keep the smile from her face.
Maybe it was her inner child coming out. Maybe it was all the happy laughter around her. Maybe it was the happy gleam in Trace’s eyes as he stood in bubbles. Maybe it was feeling alive and desirable and amazing because she was his focus. Maybe it was all of the above.
Regardless, she laughed and played along with whatever the emcee had going. They hokey-pokeyed through the rest of the song, then participated in a couple of the other bubble games.
When the emcee announced a bubble-snowman-building contest for kids ten and under, they made their way out.
“Admit it, you had fun.”
“I had fun.” No point in denying it. She was still smiling.
A teenaged boy came up and handed Trace two towels. Chrissie glanced around, amazed by the boy’s appearance since towels weren’t provided and they should have brought their own.
“Why did he bring us these?”
He waggled his brows. “I’m a resourceful man.”
“Apparently,” she agreed, taking the towel from him, and wiping off the bubbles clinging to her skin and clothes. “We weren’t dressed for this.”
“We were fine,” he countered. “Most everyone is wearing T-shirts and shorts, except for the kids.”
“Thank you.”
His smile was amazing. Brilliant. Beautiful.
“You’re welcome, Chrissie. Making you smile is my pleasure.”
* * *
There were a dozen or so people on the medical crew. More than they’d needed tonight, but that would change with sun-up.
There were a few two-man tents at the back of the medical area so there would be medical staff close in case middle-of-the-night care was needed. Chrissie was rooming with one of the nurse-practitioner volunteers, a pretty woman in her late forties who worked with a local children’s hospital and said she’d been volunteering with CCPO for the past couple of years, after one of her patients’ family had mentioned how the organization had helped with expenses.
Chrissie liked hearing how the organization was making a difference out in the real world, rather than just through the testimonies given on stage at the event. Somehow, hearing Bernadette say CCPO had helped one of her patients made it all so much more real.
