Don't Walk Away: A Second Chance Military Romance by Morgan Chloe

Author:Morgan, Chloe [Morgan, Chloe]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi, epub
Published: 2019-01-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Ashton

I tried to ignore the symbolism of this place. The memories it brought back. The first date Rhett had ever taken me on in high school was to the Seattle Carnival. We’d ridden the rides, and he’d won me a massive stuffed seahorse I’d slept with for months snuggled against me. We went around and around on the Ferris wheel, stopping at the time to take in the whole of Seattle.

It was the first time we kissed. And I remembered it as if it were yesterday.

“Come on, Rhett! The line’s gone down!” I exclaimed.

The line for the bumper cars was finally manageable, and I wanted to go on them. Something in the pit of my gut told me that ramming into Rhett over and over would help me get out some of my pent-up aggression and confusion toward him. We sank down into the cars, and he looked comically large for the small pink one he sat in. I threw my head back and laughed as the cars were released, and immediately I felt myself getting pummeled.

I opened my eyes and heard Rhett laughing as he drove away from me.

I chased him around that little encasement. I ran him into the wall and bumped into him from behind. I slammed him into other cars and hit him so hard his body wavered. I drove away from him, giggling and laughing as he chased me around.

It actually did feel good to jostle him around a little bit.

“Want to try out the teacup ride?” Rhett asked as he helped me out.

“Are you sure you can fit in them?” I asked as I steadied myself on my feet.

“Only one way to find out. And after that, we can grab some lemonade.”

Rhett fit into the teacups, but barely. He twirled me around until I felt sick to my stomach, which was something I think he did intentionally. I’d never be able to prove it, but it did mean he got to carry me away from the teacups and over to a bench to sit.

“Here. Eat this. Something salty always helps,” he said.

“Not hungry. Ugh,” I said.

“Just trust me, Ashton.”

I wanted to laugh at his words, but I didn’t have the energy to. So, instead of laughing at the irony of that statement, I let him feed me a few chips from a bag he procured from the lemonade stand.

And it actually made me feel better.

“I’ll have to keep that in mind,” I said.

“Told you,” he said, grinning.

I rolled my eyes. “Come on, you big oaf. It’s time to go win some prizes.”

We played every booth game they had. We shot at the ducks. We threw rings around jars. We dipped our heads into water and bobbed for very unsanitary apples that had numbers on them connected with prizes. Rhett did the one with the sledgehammer and rang the bell out with every downturn of the instrument, and I had someone correctly guess my age and weight in front of everyone.

Embarrassing, but still really neat.

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