Page 12 of His True Mate
“Well, we’re going to see for ourselves, right?” Brady asked looking young and hopeful.
I couldn’t bring myself to crush his dreams of deep-fried desserts.
“Come on. How about that drink first?”
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The bar had been loud and crowded, but after two beers and talk of the carnival, their excitement had rubbed off on me.
Knowing neither of them would spend a dime of their own money, I splurged and bought us all wristbands at the gate to ride all the rides.
“I don’t know about the rides, Clay,” Brady protested. “They don’t exactly look safe. I think I’d prefer to keep my feet on the ground.”
I knew what he meant. I wasn’t thrilled with the idea either, but if we were going to live it up and experience this thing, then we were damn well going all in for it.
“Look, this spaceship looking thing doesn’t seem so bad. Let’s start there,” I suggested.
I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but we waited in line, flashed our wristbands, and followed a group of people inside. They had us all stand against this sort of mat against the wall and then they closed the door, locking us inside.
My wolf started to surge. I hated confined spaces. It was like my biggest nightmare unfolding before my eyes.
We were instructed to just lay back against the wall and enjoy the ride. That didn’t sound so bad, until it started to spin. The spinning came faster and faster until it felt like my skin was being pried from my face and I thought my eyeballs just might pop out.
I tried to look to either side to see what Brady and Cruz were doing, but I couldn’t move. My whole body felt heavy and then the mat I was suctioned to started to move up and down.
I screamed like a little bitch and nearly shit my pants.
By the time that thing slowed, and my body slowly returned to me, I could hear Brady and Cruz laughing and talking about how fun it had been.
There was nothing fun at all about that experience.
I prayed that with the music blaring so loudly they couldn’t hear my panicked screams.
Fat chance of that.
“Holy shit, when that wall started moving and Clay screamed, I nearly pissed myself,” Cruz admitted.
I groaned. “I wasn’t expecting that to happen.”
Brady laughed harder. “It was a weird feeling, and I didn’t think I was going to like it, but your hysterical cries for help made it worth every second.”
“I had no idea your vocal range went that high,” Cruz said with a straight face that slowly morphed into laughter again.
I sighed.
They were never going to let me live this one down.
Fortunately, luck was on my side as I pointed out a truck parked across from us with a sign announcing fried Oreos.
“Knock it off or someone else is buying those,” I said pointing to the truck.
“We will never speak of this again,” Brady said dramatically as he ran to get in line.
Personally, I couldn’t bring myself to try the Oreos, but I did get something called a funnel cake. It was really just fried dough covered in powdered sugar. It tasted heavenly.
Full of fried foods, we walked around for a bit.
I’d been to the county fair once before as a teenager, but it was an entirely different experience with Brady and Cruz. They were like two overly stimulated children wanting to see and do everything.
