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He releases my elbow with the speed of a snail, his fingers tracing my skin as he drops his hand. “Why are you really doing this?”
I stare down at my sneakers. “I have a creative block.”
“And this is your solution?” He looks around the park with a sneer.
“Why did you agree to become the Director if you hate this place so much?”
“I don’t hate it.” His nose twitches.
“Then explain that look on your face.”
“I don’t answer to you.”
“If you act like a child, then you’ll get treated like one. Goodbye!” I wave over my shoulder as I power walk out of his vicinity.
He follows, eating up the distance without taking a breath. “I’m coming along.”
“Why?” I groan.
“Because I find you interesting.”
Rowan is the only person who could call me interesting and make my heart flutter in response. I give in to his request because I’m hopeless when it comes to him.
We continue our journey toward the Kanaloa ride based on one of the Hawaiian gods. I head toward the main entrance, but he leads me toward the quick skip one.
“We don’t have quick skip passes for that.” I try to stop, but his hand finds the small of my back, pushing me forward. Heat spreads from the area his palm covers.
He points at his face. “You’re looking right at it.”
I snort. “God, that was so corny. I can’t even believe it came out of your mouth.”
He remains quiet, but I’m pretty sure the hand pressed against my back trembles from silent laughter.
“You know, this beats the point of me experiencing Dreamland like a regular person. I like talking to people and hearing their opinions while waiting.”
He ignores my chatter as we walk through the long, empty halls.
“Why do you want to spend time with me anyway?” I ask.
His pocket rattles again as he grabs the Tums bottle and pops another into his mouth.
“You’re not supposed to ride this roller coaster if you have heart issues,” I tease.
He shoots me a glare that could refreeze the Arctic. “I donothave heart issues. It’s indigestion.”
“Or a chronic side effect for being an ass all the time.” I wink.
He grunts something indiscernible under his breath.
We’re spit out into the waiting area for the coaster. Per Rowan’s request, an attendant leads us to the front of the line where the first seats of the coaster are.
I shake my head and point at the back. “That’s where we want to sit.”
Rowan raises a brow but follows my lead. We take our seats at the back of the cart. Our arms brush against each other as the safety harness is brought down, trapping us.
I look straight ahead as the cart cranks up the lift. The scenic facade of a Hawaiian volcano surrounds us, and warm steam trickles through the air, making it purposefully hard to see.
This is my favorite part. The clicking sound grows louder and my heart pounds faster in my chest as we climb up the side of the volcano. With one last push, the cart goes over the edge, falling straight into fake lava.
