Page 64 of Not Your Average Vixen
He inhaled. Whatever it was, it smelled amazing.
“Soren, it’s funnel cake,” she exclaimed with more enthusiasm than funnel cake deserved.
And then it was back to the running business.
Bridget took off like a shot toward a table teeming with the sweet treat, then swiped a funnel cake and kept moving like the Grinch pilfering Whoville.
“Hey! That’s five dollars,” called a lady manning the table.
He pulled out his wallet. “Sorry, my friend is a big fan of funnel cake.” He glanced over to find Bridget covered in a white floury substance and going to town on the sugar-covered dough.
The woman gasped and pressed her hand to her chest.
He stared at his vixen, feeling an odd sense of pride. “Yeah, she’s a really big fan of funnel cakes. She’s also suffering from altitude sickness.”
The woman raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
He shrugged and shook his head. “No, she’s baked out of her mind, but that’s the story we’re sticking with tonight,” he said as Bridget waved him over, and the funnel cake lady’s jaw dropped.
“Take a bite. It’s like eating happiness,” she said, ripping off a piece and holding it to his lips.
“I don’t know,” he answered.
“Just one bite,” she tempted, eyes twinkling.
He opened his mouth, powerless to say no. Granted, she was completely out of it, but no one had ever looked at him the way she did—like she saw him.
“Bridget, we need to get back to the mountain house,” he said, swallowing the bite as well as the emotions rising to the surface.
“Not yet! Look! There’s a photo booth. Let’s take a picture, and then we can leave Christmas Fairy Land. Deal?” she replied, then crammed the last bit of funnel cake into her mouth with the gusto of a truck driver.
He bit back a grin. “With charm like that, how can a guy say no?” he replied as she took his hand as if it was second nature, then pulled him into the snug booth.
She stared at the instructions pinned to the wall. “It takes three pictures. We can do surprised faces, happy faces, then one more. But I’m not sure what the last picture should be. Ready?” she asked, pressing the button to start their photo session.
The screen counted down with a ping.
Three.
Two.
One.
“Surprised faces!” she chimed, and yes, he made a stupid surprised face.
The camera flashed, and she leaned into him.
“Okay, happy faces next. Get ready!”
She looked up at him and grinned that sun, moon, and stars smile as the camera flashed, but frowned as soon as the timer for the last photo started counting down.
“Last one. What should we do?”
The timer pinged.
Three.
He held her gaze.
