One target goes down.
Then two, three…four.
And on it goes.
In just a short forty-two seconds, Grayson hits each and every target.
The look he sends my way as he turns and winks is purely devilish, his competitive streak flaring as he leans over, his lips grazing my ear ever so gently. I suck in a gasp as he rasps, “Never tell an athlete they can’t do something.”
I wish I could pick my jaw up and retort something witty but as he turns back to the attendee, pointing to the giant yellow teddy bear, I find my brain empty, with only the buzz from his lips brushing my ear. My heart beats furiously as Grayson holds out the giant Winnie the Pooh bear. It’s so dang large, he chuckles while I try to fit my arms around the whole thing.
Moving out of the way so the patrons behind us can have a go, I ignore the sets of eyes on us as Grayson slowly follows me, his gaze glinting with carefree joy. He cups his ear. “I’m sorry, what did you say? That I’m the best carnival water shooter?”
A laugh bubbles out of me before I can squelch it. “Yes, Grayson, you do seem to be undefeated with that time.”
He straightens, his chest puffing out slightly. “That’s what I thought.” Placing an arm around my shoulder, he guides me away toward the next stall a little farther down.
As the stall comes into view, I grin. “I wouldn’t be getting too comfortable with that title yet. How about a round at the basketball stands, one on one?”
“Oh, you are so on.”
Chapter 19
Grayson
GRAYSON
why is my Ring camera alerting me that you’re at my house?
KIERAN ASHFORD
because I’m at your house
GRAYSON
and why is that?
KIERAN ASHFORD
your couch is more comfortable
GRAYSON
we have the same couch
KIERAN ASHFORD
your TV is better. The sound is louder
GRAYSON
we have the same TV and surround sound
did you seriously just walk out with another bag of groceries???
KIERAN ASHFORD
aren’t you meant to be on a date?
