Free On the Way to Heaven (BWWM Romance) by Stacy-Deanne

crazy.” She rubbed her bloated
belly. “I’m not getting on that thing.” She could hear the people yelling on
the Ferris wheel from where she sat.
         “You can’t come to a carnival and not get
on the Ferris wheel, Trina.” He wiped off his fingers. “Wasn’t it you who said
we came to have fun?”
         “Being suspended in the air is not fun to
me, Neil.”
         “You can’t be scared.” He slid the chicken
wings aside and started on the rest of his nachos.
         “I am.” She wiped a bead of sweat from
under her shades. “Why does that surprise you?”
         “You’re just always so confident.” He
wiggled his head while chewing. “I didn’t think much of anything scared you. I
also didn’t think you were one to run from a challenge.”
         “God.” She propped her arm on the table.
“You’re really gonna dare me to go? Is that how it’s going down?”
         “I’m not letting you leave until you get on
that Ferris wheel.” He chewed.
         “We’ll do bumper cars.” She snapped her
fingers. “How about that?”
         “We can do that.” He winked. “ After the Ferris wheel.”
         She groaned. “Neil—”
         “Well, what do we have here?” a boisterous,
male voice sounded from behind Trina.
         She turned to see an extremely tall,
slightly overweight man in white shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. He had a cute
enough face. His thick, coal-black curls jutted out from underneath the white
baseball cap. He wore flip-flops, something Trina never wanted to see a man
wearing, and had a bushy mustache that had gone out of style with Tom Selleck .
         “Hey, man.” Neil jumped up and hugged him.
“What’s up, Skip?”
         “Nothing much.” Skip looked at Trina. “You
know I never miss the carnival.”
         Trina pulled down her top.
         You probably never miss the food either.
         “I hear you.” Neil sat
back down. “Trina, this is the idiot I’ve been telling you about. My best
friend, Skip Helmsley. Skip—”
         “Wait a minute.” He rubbed his mustache.
“This cannot be Trina.”
         “I am.” She smiled.
         “Ooh.” He laid his hand on his chest.
“Neil, you’ve been hiding this gorgeous thing in your house?” Skip took her
hand and kissed it. “You dog, you. If I’d have known she looked like this, I’d
have been over there every day.”
         Neil cackled with a piece of funnel cake in
his hand. “I know.”
         Skip bent down to Trina and looked at her
from over his shades. “It’s an absolute pleasure to meet you, ma’am.”
         “Thanks.” She tried to pull her arm back.
“Can I have my hand back, please?”
         “Sorry.” He let it go and stood up
straight. “You’re the maid? Really?”
         “Yes, I’m the maid.” She sipped from her
cup of soda.
         “Neil said you were attractive, but I had
no idea you were a goddess.”
         Neil dropped his face to his food.
         He said I was attractive?
         She tried to contain
her amusement. “It’s nice to finally meet you too, Skip. Is that your real
name?”
         “Yep.” He shrugged. “Why wouldn’t it be my
real name?”
         Neil grinned.
         Skip squeezed onto the seat beside her.
“What brings you to Allocco? A woman like you has to have prospects.”
         “I just wanted a change. That’s all.”
         “Has Neil shown you the sights?” Skip
brushed against her. “If not, then I’d love to. Just name the day and time, and
I’ll be there with bells on.”
         Trina glanced at the hard-on in his shorts.
“How about I let you guys hang for a bit?” She got up with her cup. “I’m gonna
check out the sights.”
         “Remember…” Neil pointed at her. “We have a
date with the Ferris wheel.”
         She grunted and walked off.

 
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