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Val sighed, stashed her vodka bottle underneath the table, and stood up to smooth her skirts and don a Sarai that covered her hair and gave her an even more mysterious vibe.
Simi pulled me once again to where she wanted me, which ended up being the funnel cake line.
“There’s a lull,” she beamed. “Let’s grab one of these for you, and then we’ll go to the show that’s about to start.”
“What show is that?” I asked, feeling my heart start to pound with her nearness.
Her sister freaked me the fuck out—she knew way too much stuff about me to make me feel comfortable—but Simi, on the other hand? She did things to my heart that made me feel like a teenager with his first crush.
“What happened with Val?” she asked when we moved up to the second in line.
I sighed. “She was a little…invasive.”
Simi groaned. “Invasive how?”
“Invasive, like she knew stuff about my life that not many people know,” I admitted.
Simi swore a blue streak, then whirled around as if she was about to go back to her sister’s tent and give her a piece of her mind.
I caught her around the waist just as the person in front of me vacated their spot.
“What can I get you two?” the woman in the black apron asked.
She was looking at Simi with a sweet smile on her face.
“He’ll have a funnel cake.” Simi looked at me, “What do you drink?”
I thought about it for a moment and then said, “Do y’all have milk?”
Simi snickered. “They serve beer here, and you ask for milk?”
“Beer and powdered sugar are two very conflicting flavors. They don’t complement well,” I informed her. “But something sweet with milk? Perfect.”
“I don’t usually give milk out because it’s for the batter, but you can have a glass since you’re with one of my favorite people,” the server chirped.
Simi sighed and finally settled against my side, and that’s when I realized how incredibly soft she was against me.
At around five foot four or so, Simi was very beautiful. She had tanned, smooth skin, freckles upon freckles, and she looked like she had a lot of curves that her uniform was doing a piss-poor job of hiding. Though it was putting forth a valiant effort.
I imagined that having body parts slipping out while you were trying to roll yourself up in a sheet might be very difficult.
Then, only when my milk was delivered and my funnel cake was steaming in my hand did she explain her earlier outburst.
“I forgot to tell you,” Simi winced. “We used to have a computer hacker working here. Val got really good at exploiting people, using only enough information that it made her look legit. She didn’t do that to you, did she? Folsom still does it when she gets bored.”
“Folsom is the computer hacker?” I asked, feeling my heart rate skyrocket.
To have someone that could get complete access to all my information was slightly terrifying.
Granted, all of it’d been in the name of the government, after all. But that didn’t change the fact that if she knew half the shit I’d done, she might freak way the hell out.
It wasn’t like I was trying to hide that part of my life from her. I’d have told her eventually if we took this relationship further than just getting to know each other.
But I probably wouldn’t have added in the fact that I used to be a government assassin.
There were only some things I was allowed to share about my life in the Navy, and most of them came with a certain level of clearance.
“Come on,” she urged when something tolled above our heads. Maybe an announcement?
Then words came over a loudspeaker I hadn’t known was there until now.
“Please join us in our main tent to witness our very own Zipporah perform her trapeze act before the main event tonight. Get your seats now because people probably won’t be moving from them for the main event.”
I chuckled as she dragged me to the tent and was surprised when she led me not to a seat but to the side where a sectioned-off area was meant for staff.
“This is the best seat in the house. When I have to go warm up, you can stay here and watch.” She smiled and took the seat beside me.
CHAPTER 6
Stop being the bigger person. They won’t.
-Food for thought
SIMI
We were tumbling toward the stage, my sister and I, full force.
At the right second, I kicked out my leg and felt the fabric tighten around my thigh. Seconds later, with my hand brushing the floor, I came to a stop.
There was a deep inhalation of breath, and I instinctively knew who that deep breath belonged to.
I grinned.
I was never in any danger of hitting the floor. In fact, I was more in danger of getting a little friction burn and a couple of bruises than I was hitting the floor.
