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Our gazes meet over the table and the rest of the world melts away for a second. “One real thing… Okay. I’ve never felt more myself than when I’m with you.”
“You mean that?” I ask and he nods, sincerity shining through his blue eyes.
“I do. Now, tell me one thing about you.”
I roll my eyes to cover up my racing heart and rosy cheeks. “You already know things about me.”
“I know but I want to know more.”
I mull over his words as I bite a corn dog in half and chew. “Okay, when my parents were alive, we lived out in the country on this farm. I had a couple horses, two goats, and a pig.”
“I can picture you out on a farm,” he says with a smile. “Pigtails in your hair and little cowgirl boots on your feet.”
“You’re actually not far off.”
“That’s fucking adorable. Please tell me there are pictures.”
Laughing, I nod. “There might be.”
“I have to get my hands on those.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so,” I tease. He throws a fry across the table and it smacks me in the face as he laughs. “Now you’re definitely not getting to see them.”
“What if I say I’m sorry?” he asks, doing his best to look cute and damn it, it’s working.
“Are you sorry?”
A grin stretches across his face as he shakes his head. “No.”
“I didn’t think so.”
“What was your pig’s name?” he asks, reaching across the table and grabbing my hand. I fight back a smile as my heart flutters.
“Piglet… I was in a Winnie the Pooh phase.”
He laughs, that deep warm laugh that I’m quickly falling in love with. “And the goats?”
“Timon and Pumbaa. Lion King phase.”
“Let me guess, for the horses you went with a Beauty and the Beast theme.”
I shake my head. “Nope, close though. Cinderella. Their names were Jaq and Gus Gus.”
“And your parents never tried to get you to name them something else?” he asks, his blue eyes shining with humor.
“Oh, of course they did but I was a very determined child.”
“Who could say no to you?”
I beam. “Exactly.”
“You ready to go on some rides?” he asks, glancing down at my almost empty container and I shake my head.
“Oh, no, mister. You teased me with dancing and now that I’m fed, I’m not missing that.”
Chuckling, he releases my hand and starts collecting all our trash. “You’re not going to let me forget that, huh?”
“Not a chance.”
