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“Hello, darling,” Rita greeted him with a friendly smile.
He gave her a nod. “Ma’am.”
“You’re welcome to join us if you want,” Kelsey said.
“Actually, I was hoping you had a minute to talk?” He rubbed at the back of his neck.
“Um…”
“You know,” Rita interrupted, “I have a couple tickets left for the Ferris wheel if you two want to go. I can keep an eye on the kids.”
“Oh, I don’t know, Mama.”
“Don’t you worry, love bug.” She leaned in close and whispered but loud enough for Davis to hear. “I haven’t had a drink all day.”
“You haven’t?”
“You two kids go. Have a good time. Text me when you’re finished so you can find us,” Rita insisted.
Chewing her lower lip, Kelsey took her time telling the kid’s goodbye.
“Thanks, Miss Sanders,” Davis said.
Rita smiled up at him. “Darlin’, don’t thank me yet. That one makes up her own mind. I didn’t raise no doormat.”
He nodded. He was well aware of Kelsey’s tenaciousness. In fact, it was something he’d grown to respect about her. Maybe even love about her.
As they strolled down Main Street, so much space between them an entire football team could fit, Davis stuffed his hands in his pockets. It felt like the eyes of everyone they passed were staring at them. This was exactly what he didn’t want. The entire town knowing his business. What would make it in the headlines? What would his producer say?
The lights from the Ferris wheel blared in the distance, feeling like a beacon. Like, if they reached it, they’d be okay. But it was silly. He knew they wouldn’t be okay. Not until they talked. And maybe not even then.
The fear of knowing the truth caused his steps to slow, and panic to surge in his chest. What if she confessed to thinking he was Garrett last night? He didn’t think he could handle that.
When it was their turn on the Ferris wheel, they slid onto the seat and pulled the latch closed. With their shoulders grazing, the heat between them spiked, and Davis finally glanced at her. He found her peering up at him, her eyes darkening like midnight causing flashes of memories from the night before to assault him. The way her legs clung to his waist with relentless release and how her fingernails dug into his back while he plunged into her. Deeper. Her moans echoing into the night.
But never his name uttered from her lips.
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
KELSEY
Wouldit be appropriate to jump his bones on the Ferris Wheel? Because as he sat next to her, the warmth of his thigh pressed against hers, the way he looked at her like she was…everything—she wanted to tear off his clothes. She needed his lips on hers. She yearned to feel his skin against hers. She ached to have him inside her again.
The hell with appropriate.
“Davis, I—”
“I think we need to talk,” he interrupted.
She glanced away, the suggestion they get it on taking a backseat, because she knew they needed to have a conversation. They needed to clear the air. Clear the rumors circulating town. But she wasn’t ready.
They were currently on display for the entire town to watch.
As she glanced at the lit-up street below them, she noticed people amongst the crowd gawking at them. And was that a video camera? Was her face going to end up on some tabloid gossip site? Their rendezvous made into some horrendous TikTok gone viral?
She turned into him, trying to block out the Looky-Loos, and focus on only them.
“Last night…” Davis rubbed at the back of his neck, not looking at her.
