Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 209489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1047(@200wpm)___ 838(@250wpm)___ 698(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 209489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1047(@200wpm)___ 838(@250wpm)___ 698(@300wpm)
I pressed my lips together before whispering, “Where’s that big, bad telekinesis at now, huh?”
His eyebrows slowly rose. “You really think you’ve got a chance at beating me?”
No. “Absolutely.”
He scoffed and tossed his first ball, not even looking in the direction. The cup clinked. Really?
I lightly threw one and made it in. “You can let me win if you want, but if you don’t, I’ll beat you fair and square.”
Another ball went flying and plopped perfectly in a cup right in the middle of the group. “I’ll close my eyes, will that make you happy?”
“Don’t you have a photographic memory?” I laughed. Who the hell was this person playing around with me? Joking? He’d been in such a mood earlier while we’d been at that building, that I hadn’t been sure how fast he was going to shake it off.
“Don’t worry about it. Toss the balls,” he said in a tone that made me smile wide.
We tossed our balls, and he won. He tucked the small stuffed animal into his front pocket, looking way too proud of himself.
But it was pretty cute.
“What do you want to do now?” he asked.
“Nothing that takes any skill.” I gestured at the booth next to us, a game where you took a seat and had a water gun that you pointed at a target. “That one.”
The expression on his face said really?
“Well, we aren’t playing that strength game with the hammer, Hercules.”
His snicker made me smile again, but he handed over tickets, and we took a seat beside each other. His legs were so long, his knee and most of his thigh brushed mine.
“Whenever you’re ready,” the worker said, looking slightly less bored than the last one had.
I turned to Alex. “On the count of three, okay?”
He nodded. “1—”
I started shooting.
“You fucking cheater,” he hissed under his breath. But was that a laugh I heard?
“You snooze you lose, motherfucker.” I laughed, keeping my attention on the measuring stick above the targets.
“I can’t believe you.”
“See it and believe it.” I kept on cracking up, so close to winning, so close…. “Yes!”
I turned my chair at the same time he turned his. “Again,” Alex demanded.
I leaned toward him, grinning so wide my fucking cheeks hurt. Why did this feel like I’d won a gold medal? “Are you being a sore loser right now? Because it’s okay if you are.”
His mouth was slightly open, and he was shaking his head, those bluish-purple eyes glittering as the bright, colored lights hit his irises.
I leaned just a little closer. “Do you want me to let you win the next one?”
His snort was soft, his gaze following my face. For one millisecond, his eyes glowed before the color snuffed out. “You better not.”
I held up the plate of fried dough and powdered sugar and tried not to smile.
Then I failed three seconds later when an annoyed set of eyes landed on me, the eyebrows above them flat in jealous sauce.
“Oh, don’t be a sore loser,” I said. My cheeks were still tingling from smiling so much. “You’re good at everything. Just not at being a better cheater than me.” Sucker.
Alex gave me the dirtiest look in the whole world, and it just made me smile harder. “None of your wins count because you cheated.”
I shrugged and held the plate a little closer to him. “But you fell for it three times. It’s not my fault you did.”
He shook his head slowly, but I caught the quick flick of his gaze toward the plate I was still holding out as a peace offering. “You said you were done cheating each time, you liar.”
Okay, I had done that, but part of me had expected him to know I was full of shit.
It was his fault for believing I was that good of a person.
Alex snickered, then reached for the funnel cake, tearing off a piece of the dough and plopping it into his mouth.
I smiled and ripped a piece too, eating it slowly as I watched the sore loser. We were standing a little away from the cart we’d bought the funnel cake and bottle of water at, right beside a fun house. Now that it had gotten darker, more people had arrived at the roadside carnival. Alex’s contacts had officially bitten the dust, and I’d purposely made to stand in a dark spot without a lot of lights. I figured we were going to be done soon; we’d blown through the tickets playing the water game over and over again.
“Thank you for doing this with me,” I told him seriously, taking a sidestep closer so he could have better access to the plate.
His eyes flicked to me as he slipped his hand under mine and took the plate. His voice was gruff. “You’re welcome.”
“I really appreciate it.”
That got me a long look as he chewed a huge piece.