“You’regoing on the next one, Ky,” Sebastian said, nodding down at me.
“Hellno. I don’t do rollercoasters, but if you want to find a nice carouselsomewhere, I’m down,” I laughed, stuffing my phone into my backpack as Devindropped down next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
“Shewent on the Tower of Terror at Disney World once when she was a kid,” heexplained, squinting up at Sebastian, “and let’s just say she’s sworn offthrill rides ever since.”
“Don’tact like you know what happened there,” I laughed, pushing against his side.
“Iknow enough to know you cry every time you retell the story,” he said, and heplanted a wet kiss against my cheek. “Rumor has it, she actually crapped herpants, but you didn’t hear that from me.”
Robbiecackled. “Anybody else get the feeling that the only thrill O’Leary gets fromFirecracker, is the kind in bed?” I tensed, wrinkling my nose and twisting mylips. He cocked a brow underneath the bill of his hat. “Unless I’m wrong aboutthat too? You got yourself a boring bitch, O’Leary?”
Devinonly shook his head while Richard sighed, exhausted from listening to thenever-ending bout of one-sided banter from the washed-up asshole. “Okay,Robbie. I think Kylie’s had enough of your jokes.”
Foreverthe peacekeeper, Ty pulled a map from his back pocket and sat beside me. “Comeon, we can find somethingmore tamefor the old lady,”he teased, nudging me with his elbow and I found my smile. “There’s a trainride somewhere around here, and there’s a carousel not too far. Or, uh … hey,do you do log flumes?”
Ishrugged. “Those are just little water rides, right?”
Sebastianlooked shocked. “How many amusement parks have you been to, Ky?”
“DisneyWorld once when I was a kid and we went to Six Flags a few years ago,” I said,suddenly shy and awkward.
“That’sit?”
Ishrugged again, embarrassed. “We were never really able to.”
Idecided not to divulge that there weren’t any funds for vacations and funthings when I was a child. That one time we were able to go to Disney World,was during one of those brief and beautiful stints of sobriety, and my lategrandparents had paid our way to Orlando.
“God,that’s the saddest shit I’ve ever heard,” Ty said, shooting me a look of pity.I couldn’t stand pity. “What kind of childhood is that?”
“Aboring one,” Robbie chided. “But hey, that explains a lot, doesn’t it?Gottaloosen this one up, O’Leary.”
Devintightened his arm around my shoulders. “Come on, Robbie. Knock it off,” he saidin a tone that made it almost sound like begging and, as his designatedhandler, Devin had that control over Robbie. He didknock it off, hebacked down, and he turned to survey the park around us. Maybe people-watching,maybe deciding where he could sneak away to take another hit.
“So,uh, you want to try a log flume? There’s one around here,” Ty suggested,pointing in the general direction and I nodded eagerly, welcoming thedistraction from Robbie’s incessant jabs.
Andso, we travelled over to Escape from Pompeii. I hesitantly grabbed Devin’s handas he helped me into the front row of seats. The boat wobbled under my feet andmy entire body tensed.
“Arethere seatbelts?” I asked, looking around as I sat.
“Nah,we don’t need them,” he assured me.
“Wedon’tneedthem? What if I fall out?”
Tysat behind us with Sebastian. “You’re notgonnafallout, Ky,” he said, laughing lightly.
“But—”I began to protest when Devin said, “I won’t let you fall out, okay?”
“Arethere any drops?”
Heshrugged. “I don’t think so.”
“You’venever been here before!” I cried and turned around. “Do you guys know if thereare any drops on this thing?”
Sebastianshook his head. “I don’t think so. I’ve only been here once, but I don’tremember there being any.”
“I’llkill you if there is,” I promised, nodding. “I don’tdodrops.”
“Hopeyou wore a diaper, Firecracker,” Robbie called from a couple rows back, and Irolled my eyes, hunkering down in my seat.
