Page 16 of Playful Kris

“I wanted to check out what the vibe was like, you know before I commit.” He shrugs, shoving his hands in his pocket.

“Kris, you already did commit,” I remind him, so help me if he tries to bail.

“I know.” He waves me off. “I meant I just wanted to see what I was getting myself into.” He looks around the busy street. “It’s crowded.”

“This is nothing, we had over one-thousand people come through the gates this morning. People from the neighboring towns have come today to bring their kids to the festivities.” I point in the direction I’m heading. “We have a haunted house tonight, too. Thanks to the local firehouse.”

“That’s cool.” He nods, bringing his eyes back to me.

Damn, those eyes. How could I forget them? So clear, and gorgeous.

My eyes roam the rest of him, he’s bigger than he was in college when we dated. I guess he still works out because his arms are massive. I’ve never understood in romance books when they described how the sleeves that wrapped around biceps were so attractive, I’ve never seen it before.

Until now.

And it just has to be on Kris of all people.

But damn, does he look good.

A deep chuckle brings me back to reality, with Kris’ eyes filled with amusement.

Dick.

“You’re drooling, honey.” He reaches between us, pretending to brush away drool from my bottom lip.

“Don’t touch me.” I swat his hand away, making his smile grow. “And I’m not yourhoney.”

“Spunky as ever, I see,” he teases.

“Yeah, that’s it.” I roll my eyes. “Well, enjoy the event. If you need anything, Cora is over there and is more than happy to help you.” I point in the direction of Cora, but naturally Kris’ gaze doesn’t leave me.

“What if I want you to help me?” he asks.

“Afraid that’s a bit of an issue.” I hook a thumb over my shoulder. “I’m needed at the firehouse.”

“Maybe I’ll check out the haunted house.”

“You should, ticket fees go to a good cause.” I slowly take a few steps backward, my eyes taking in how damn good he looks. Life is really unfair sometimes.

“Hey, Kam?”

My eyes shoot up to his.

“There’s a wall there.”

I hit something hard against my back. It takes a second longer than that for his words to register. And two seconds beyond that, I feel the heat creeping up my neck and the tips of my ears burning.

My eyes collide with Kris, and his gaze has changed. It’s his eyes that roam over me now, and there’s a fire lit in them. One I remember all too well, and I know if I don’t get out of here, I’ll do something I regret.

So, naturally, I straighten my shirt and turn my back to theboywho broke my heart years ago.

And pray the entire time that my ass looks good in these jeans.

A few hours later, I’m working tickets at the haunted house with Cora.

Apparently we underestimated the turn out for the haunted house, and I couldn’t keep up with ticket sales. We currently have about an hour long wait in the line to just get into the haunted house, and still have two hours left for the last ticket sales, and a long night of cleanup.

“I’ve got to go pee,” I tell Cora, and thankfully the line has dwindled down for tickets giving me the opportunity.

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