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My brows rose. “I don’t have any bad stuff.”
“That’s good because I gave you Mama’s water bottle.” She eyed me speculatively. “I don’t share stuff with boys.”
“You just shared your Skittles with one,” I pointed out.
“I didn’t share them. I was trying to get rid of them. There’s a big difference,” she countered.
She was so smart it was scary.
“When’s your next birthday?” I asked her, just to give us something to talk about, even though I knew when it was. It was kind of hard to forget something like that.
She looked at her watch, then said, “In seven weeks and ten days.”
I turned my gaze back to Folsom. She was back at the top again, hanging upside down, looking for all the world as if she was only a few feet from the ground and not thirty.
We watched the rest of the routine in silence, the only words muttered were “no thanks” when she tried to hand me more fake Skittles.
I wasn’t surprised when Folsom finally hit the ground and her eyes came directly to us.
She didn’t look surprised in the least to find me sitting there.
I stood up while JP stayed where she was, her gaze now on a book she was reading and not the woman in front of her.
“You made it,” she smiled. “And you forgot to tell me that you were coming so I could stalk you the whole way.”
“I forgot,” I admitted as she came closer and closer. The moment she was close enough to grab, I did, pulling her into my body. She came willingly and then looked up at me. “I was too excited to see you.”
Then I was kissing her in front of everyone.
“Get a room,” I heard someone say from across the room. “There are little children here.”
I pulled away panting, the taste of her on my lips.
JP glanced up from her tablet and said, “We have a bus, not a room. Plus, that’s gross.”
Chuckling, Folsom pulled away, her eyes alight.
“Let’s go. I need a shower,” she urged.
If I wasn’t mistaken, she was in a hurry to get to somewhere private.
A smirk kicking up the corner of my lip, I followed dutifully behind the two of them, trying my hardest not to leer at Folsom while her daughter was a foot away.
That was until Folsom spoke, bringing my attention to her.
“Man, it sure is windy tonight,” Folsom said, looking adorably cute in her sparkly dress and bare feet.
Not realizing it until now, and not wanting her to walk across the circus barefoot, I reached down and all but threw her onto my back.
She squeaked as she came, her arms automatically circling around my neck.
“It’s not windy at all,” I heard JP disagree. “In fact, it’s quite calm. What are you talking about it being windy for?”
“Oh, I meant that it’s going to be windy. The weatherman said that there might be a windstorm tonight, and we should be aware,” Folsom said.
“I hate when it’s windy. It rocks the bus,” JP grumbled.
I frowned.
