over again the following night if he so chose.
Holly was working at the park’s entrance, consulting a clipboard. She wore jeans and one of Pace’s Heat sweat-shirts, hair up, huge diamond glittering on her finger. Wade nodded in her direction. “Looks like you could probably get lucky again tonight if you wanted.”
“Counting on it.” Pace grinned, then headed toward her. When Holly saw him coming, she set aside her clipboard and walked right into his arms.
Pace pulled her up against him so that her feet were dangling, and her soft laugh echoed across the slightly damp ocean air.
Watching them, something deep within Wade tightened. All his life he’d had one goal-freedom. Freedom from poverty. Freedom to do what he wanted, when he wanted. Freedom to be who he was. Freedom to work hard and play even harder.
He’d gotten that for himself. Maybe at a price.
Okay, definitely at a price.
Because he was alone. And yet, he’d always wanted that, too. Wanted to be responsible only for himself, never anyone else. He’d held himself back. He’d done so with careful purpose, not ever wanting to be responsible for hurting anyone.
And yet… and yet, looking at Pace hold Holly in his arms, that look of bliss on his face, made Wade wonder at exactly what he was missing. Shaking his head at himself, he headed to the dunking booth. The tank was huge, and filled with what he suspected was freezing water.
“Maybe no one will dunk you.”
He turned to face… “Tag.”
Tag was staring at the dunking booth. “Can you swim?”
“Worried about me?” He grinned and ruffled the kid’s hair. “I can swim just fine, but maybe you want to take my spot in there?”
Tag shook his head. “I just ate three hot dogs. You’re not supposed to eat and swim.”
“Maybe I should go eat then.”
Tag studied the dunking booth seriously. “You could tell Aunt Sam your stomach hurts. She’d get you a 7Up and excuse you.”
“That’s a good one, but I promised I’d do it, and I couldn’t back out on her.”
“Yeah.” Tag nodded. “She doesn’t like when people back out on their word.” That said, Tag glanced over his shoulder a little nervously and a lot guiltily.
“What’s up?”
“Nothing.”
Nothing his ass. “Where is she?”
“She’s… really busy.”
Wade had no doubt that was the truth. She was running this whole show. But if he knew Sam, and he was pretty sure he knew her better than just about anyone else, he’d eat his shorts if she didn’t have everything perfectly in control. “There’s no way she’s letting you run wild out here.”
“I’m not wild.”
“You know what I mean. She wouldn’t leave you alone. You’re her top priority.”
“No.”
Wade turned to face him fully, hands on hips. “Okay, spill it.”
“We were at the front gate, in the ticket booth. There’s some problem with the food stuff and she told me to wait, that she’d be right back. Three minutes tops, she said.”
“And?”
“And she didn’t come back.”
“Tell me you didn’t just walk off.”
“I was hungry.”
“I have something of yours,” he said, eyeing Tag. “About five feet tall with a bit of an attitude-”
“Where are you?” she asked on a rushed breath.
“Dunking booth. I-”
She’d disconnected. Wade looked at Tag. “She’s coming.” He pulled out his wallet and handed the kid a twenty. “For the next time you’re hungry. But you have to ask her before you take off. Always.”
Tag pocketed the money. “She sound mad?” he asked in a wary voice.
Before Wade could answer, a figure came running like a bat out of hell directly for them. “Tag,” Sam called out, breathless, a look on her face that pretty much squeezed the hell out of Wade’s heart.
Her hair was loose and flying around her shoulders as she gulped for more air. He’d seen her in business attire and in heart-stopping cocktail dresses for certain events. He’d seen her naked.
He rarely got to see her casual as she was now, in jeans and a hoodie sweatshirt. He liked the look, a lot. But what stopped his heart were her eyes. She was scared and panicked, and Wade grabbed the back of Tag’s shirt just as the kid’s automatic flight response kicked in. “Time to face the music, kid.”
Chapter 18
The scoreboard is an ass.
Sam skidded to a stop in front of Tag and Wade and put a hand to her chest to catch her breath. “You okay?” she demanded of Tag.
He nodded.
“I think the question is are
She shook her head. She couldn’t talk. The relief at seeing Tag nearly brought her to her knees. She set her hands on his shoulders, searching for invisible injuries. “Are you okay?”
He dragged his toe in the dirt in front of him, watching the motion of his foot intently, appearing to be wishing for a big hole to swallow him up as he nodded.
“I asked you to wait for me,” she said, hearing the waver in her voice, knowing her legendary cool was nowhere to be found. “Where did you go?
“Nowhere,” Tag told the ground. “You left.”
“But I came back and you were gone.”
“You said three minutes. It was longer. You didn’t come back like you said.”
Sam let out a careful breath and tried to pull in another because she hadn’t taken in air since she’d realized he’d walked off without her.
Alone.
But even worse, it was her fault. The popcorn machine had blown a fuse and the person in charge of manning the electrical cords wasn’t at his station, so she’d ended up being ten minutes instead of the promised three, which she realized now must have felt like an eternity to Tag. Especially since he had a history of people leaving him. “Look at me, Tag. Please?” She waited until he lifted his gaze to hers. “Are you really okay?”
Tag stared into her face, some of his bravado slipping. Finally he nodded.
“You gave me a heart attack,” she said fiercely, and yanked him into her arms, rocking him, knowing it was herself that needed the comfort, not him.
Tag made a muffled sound against her sweatshirt. “Can’t. Breathe.”
She loosened her grip slightly and he sucked in a dramatic gulp of air. “Next time I’ll take you with me, but if I
