Page 53 of Rebellious

The guy, about my age, takes a few hesitant steps forward. I nod to the jar on the ledge. “Five tickets,” I tell him, just in case he forgot.

He nods and slides the red paper through the opening.

“Cheek only,” I clarify when he just stands there waiting for my permission.

Aspen plucks the gum out of her mouth, her eyes seeming to sparkle in the light. “He’s playing. Don’t mind him.”

The guy looks at me for reassurance. He gets none. “Cheek only.”

Slowly, as if he’s grabbing fire, he snatches Aspen’s hand and kisses the top.

“Thank you for the donation,” I tell him. “Enjoy the rest of the carnival.”

Heavy sighs erupt from the line as everyone exits the line, leaving only Liam waiting. I tamp down a growl. Somehow, I just knew this fucker wouldn’t leave.

“Hi, Liam.” Aspen acts like I’m not seconds away from exploding. “I’m glad I got to see you before you left.”

I hang my head, my legs tense as Liam approaches the ledge. Surely he isn’tthatstupid.

“You know, I think you’re even more stunning in the daylight.” Liam’s drawl isn’t southern like mine. It also lacks the asshole undertone.

“And I see you’re a charmer,” she returns, popping a fresh piece of gum in her mouth.“You failed to mention that in the interview.”

Breathe, Bennett. They’re only talking.

“I try.” He leans against the booth, his face closer to Aspen. “Have you considered my offer of a game?”

I cut in. “She’s busy. We’re headed to the lake when we finish here.”

Aspen’s gaze jumps to mine, her lips fighting a smile.

It was a rash move, but one she’ll never let me take back.

“Yeah,” she adds, backing up my story. “The guys and I wanted to spend my last weeks home together at the lake house.”

The invisible knife twists inside my chest.

“Nice,” he lies, smiling. “How ‘bout when you get to Boston, you call me. I can carry a mean box. Moving is my specialty.”

And I can punch a mean jaw. One he’ll need wired shut.

“Yeah,” Aspen says, her tone dipping low. “Sure.”

Liam nods like he’s really invested in the conversation, but his hand twitches against his pocket. “So… I… uh…” He chuckles, shaking off the nerves. “I bought two rounds worth of tickets.” He fishes the perforated paper out of his pocket and holds them up in between his fingers.

I jump down. “Sorry.” I look at my watch. “We’re closed.”

The stars in Liam’s eyes fade as he straightens, facing me. “You just opened.”

My tone is lifeless. “And now we’re closed.” I shrug like I can’t help the ridiculous schedule we’re given.

“You know, Bennett—”

I’m ready to fight. I’d love nothing more than to punch Liam’s face right now.

“He’s right,” Aspen cuts in. “I’ve had way too much coffee this morning.” Her mouth turns down in a pout. “Give me ten minutes for a bathroom break?”

I jerk around and glare. “You might need more than ten minutes.”

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