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“Oh, right. Did you like boarding school?”
“It was fine. It was kind of a lot like being home,” she admits.
“How so?”
“I was alone,” she says quietly, and I tense, my hand reaching for hers to try to offer comfort.
“I’m sorry, Quinn.”
“It’s fine,” she says, waving me off.
I still want to talk about it, but Lottie and Anson turn back to us then. I can see that Quinn is grateful for the interruption, so I decide to let it go. I should be keeping things light between us anyway.
“What should we go on first?” Lottie asks.
“What are you allowed to go on?” I ask her, and Quinn frowns.
“What?” Quinn asks, and Lottie smiles at her.
“I’m pregnant, and these two are determined to keep me from having fun. I can go on the Ferris wheel and play the games,” she insists, pulling her black hair over one shoulder.
“Okay, Ferris wheel it is then,” Anson says, leading us that way.
We join the end of the line, and I turn to face Quinn.
“What did you do today?” I ask her.
“I went and looked around town. I feel like a tourist after not being here for a few years. It’s crazy how much has changed.”
“I bet,” I say. “Quinn is an amazing photographer. She’s starting a travel blog,” I tell Anson and Lottie.
“Really? That’s so cool! You’ll have to send me the link. I want to check it out.”
“Sure,” Quinn says, and I see her trying not to squirm under my praise or Lottie’s interest.
It’s obvious that Quinn isn’t used to people paying so much attention to her. I’m guessing she flew under the radar at home and school. I’d like to spoil her by giving her all of my attention, and I wonder if it would freak her out if I told her that.
We move up in line, and Quinn turns to Anson and Lottie.
“How did you two meet?” She asks them as I move closer to her and wrap my arm around her shoulder.
It must be warm against my side, or maybe she’s just trying to sell this fake relationship because she cuddles closer to me. I breathe in her sweet honeysuckle scent and it makes me want to lick her.
“We were actually friends when we were younger. Anson and Rhett were best friends for as far back as I can remember, and we were close too,” Lottie says.
“Aww, that must have been nice. When did you start dating?”
“Only a few months ago. It took this one a while to admit that he wanted me,” she says, laughing as she elbows Anson in the side.
“Something like that,” he says, smiling down at her softly.
“It was exactly like that,” I groan, and Quinn laughs. “It took themyearsto stop dancing around each other and finally admit they loved each other. It was so frustrating to watch.”
“We didn’t want to mess up our relationship with you,” Anson argues, and he shakes his head.
It’s our turn now, and Lottie and Anson step up first, climbing into their cart. Then it’s our turn.
“I should have asked, but are you afraid of heights or anything?” I ask Quinn, and she smiles.
