Page 71 of Hot Shot
“I hope I’m dressed okay since you wouldn’t tell me where we’re going.”
He laughs. “As long as you wore comfortable clothes and shoes, you’re good.”
“I did.” I grabbed my favorite pair of jeans since it’s actually cool and breezy today, normal early December weather in Orlando apparently, a pair of sneakers, and a Storm shirt, of which I have an abundance.
I swear my whole closet is going to be Storm shirts, and I’m kind of okay with that. And from the way his face lights up every time he sees me wearing his team’s shirts, I know Hunter’s okay with it too.
“Good. Sit back and relax. We’ll be there soon.”
I hum in response and close my eyes. I must drift off because the next thing I know Hunter is gently shaking my shoulder.
“We’re here, sweets. Are you ready for your surprise?”
“Can I take off the blindfold?” I ask, my fingers reaching for the edge of the bandana that’s covering my eyes.
“Yeah.”
I take it off and blink a few times, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the light. All I can see is a parking lot. A big one.
“Here,” Hunter says. He’s grinning and holding my sunglasses out to me. “Turn around.”
“Oh!” I gasp. “We’re at Disney World?”
“We’re starting at the Magic Kingdom, but I figured we’d end the night at EPCOT. I’ve been told their fireworks show is the best. The Christmas decorations are up already and you told me you always wanted to see them.”
“I told you that months ago.” My eyes fill with unshed tears.This man.
“I told you I remember everything you tell me. Now come on, let’s go.” He grabs a hat from the truck door and pulls it on before opening the door and getting out.
I grab my purse and make my way around the back of the truck.
“Are you excited?” he asks as we stroll to the entrance.
“Excited? You have no idea.” I grin.
“Good.” He takes my hand, and we make our way through the gates.
“Wow!” I mumble, staring down Main Street.
Everywhere I look there are Christmas decorations. Wreaths and garlands are strung around each of the streetlamps and across the street. The shops have garlands and lights decorating the outsides. All the window displays are decorated for Christmas too. Disney sure does go all out.
I can’t wait to see the park at night when it’s all lit up. The air smells like fried dough and magic.
Okay yes, I know that sounds ridiculous but I don’t know any other way to describe it.
“What ride do you want to go on first?” He studies the map in his hand.
“Well . . .” I fidget with the strap of my purse.
“What’s wrong?” Hunter lowers the map. He takes my hand and leads me out of the middle of the walkway to one of the shop walls.
I watch all the people coming and going down Main Street for a few seconds.
“I’m not a fan of heights and I definitely don’t do roller coasters,” I admit, finally making eye contact with him.
I expect to see humor or frustration, the usual responses when I tell someone I don’t like heights, but instead he wraps his arm around me, pulling me to him.
“Good, because I hate roller coasters.” He chuckles. “I was afraid you were going to tell me you wanted to ride Big Thunder Mountain or Space Mountain first.”
