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Robyn
The Kids Palace Playroom. Our final stop before the long two-plus-hour drive home. Well, Constantine’s place rather. After leaving the apartment, Austin and I were more or less homeless. After this was all over I’d have to give some serious consideration to what I was going to do for living arrangements. Constantine wouldn’t want us hanging around forever.
Constantine had been right, we’d spent five hours at Six Flags and no Gabriel and none of his goons. Maybe I was being overly paranoid. It took a couple of hours to start to chill out to the point where I was actually starting to have fun myself. So far Austin was having a blast. He’d ridden every kids’ ride twice and now we were at the final stop, the Kids Palace Playroom. The playroom was basically a place to drop your child for a half hour to hour while the adults got a chance to enjoy the rides.
“Before you get paranoid, I’m going to tell you not to worry. He’s fine; nobody here is going to hurt him,” Constantine whispered in my ear.
“I just need to put a bracelet on your son’s wrist and one on yours, Sir,” the young female attendant at the entrance of the Play Palace said to Constantine.
Looking up at Constantine, I waited to see if he was going to accept being called the dad or not.
“Sure,” Constantine said, sticking his arm out.
“Okay, your bracelet matches your son’s. When you return, the person working will match them up before releasing him back to you.”
“Thanks.” Constantine grinned, a hint of redness colouring his cheeks.
The girl, who I would guess to be about eighteen and way too good-looking for her own good – and I’m pretty sure she knew how hot she was – looked from Constantine to Austin and then back again. “You look just like him. Your eyes are an amazing shade of blue.” She blatantly ignored me as she stared up at Constantine.
Oh brother, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at the ridiculous attempt at seducing my man… Okay, perhaps he wasn’t my man, but I was with him. Like, hello, back off sister! For all she knew Austin was our child, not just his but OURS, which of course he was.
“Yeah, I think we have it,” I butt in. Crouching down, I gave Austin a quick hug. “Are you sure you’ll be fine here for a little bit?”
Austin groaned out loud, rolling his eyes at me in pretty much the same manner I had moments before. “I’m not a baby, Mommy.” Not waiting for me to respond, he ran from my embrace and into the play park, where a dozen other children were already playing, several in the ball pit, some in the maze, others sitting quietly and playing with an oversized train set among about a dozen other activities.
“We’ll be back in twenty minute, half hour tops,” I informed little miss flirty as I took Constantine’s hand in mine, proving my claim on him.
The other woman smiled at me, but it was fake. She didn’t like me, I could see it in her eyes. Tough luck, lady. “He’s in good hands, you two have fun.”
“So what was that all about?” Constantine asked as we walked away, lowering his voice so the attendant couldn’t hear.
“What?” I looked up at him through my lashes, attempting to appear innocent.
He lifted our linked hands, though he didn’t release his hold on me. “Ummm, the little display with the attendant. Staking your claim so to speak.”
Ooops. Busted. Not like I’d been discreet about it though.
“I didn’t like her, she was flirting with you with me right beside you. What kind of tramp does that?”
“I thought she was quite pleasant.”
I huffed. “You would.” We headed toward their feature rollercoaster. I loved coasters and it had been a long time since I’d been on one. When we were teenagers we’d frequently go to Coney Island to hit the rides.
“What’s that supposed to mean? When we were together I never had eyes for anyone but you.”
“Things change.”
He chuckled. “Do you think I’ve become some sort of pussy-chasing playboy over the years?”
I shrugged. I didn’t know. “How would I know? Most men are.”
“Not all men are.”
“Then you’re celibate?” I cocked my head to the side and eyed him.
A roar of laughter erupted from him. “I wouldn’t go that far.”
“Ah-ha! Exactly. I bet you have a half-dozen numbers on your contact list that you contact depending on if you want a redhead or brunette.”
