was the sound of King laughing. "Hey, Silver Fox," Harmony broke in. "Let me talk to my sister."
"I'm here, Harm"
"That's how you got him to go with you? You cuffed him to his bed an d hijacked his motor home? I thought you were going to seduce him into it."
"I did ... in a way. Are you having a good time?”
“ Hell, it's my honeymoon, but 'I don't think I'm having as much fun as you are."
"I resent that," King said, no longer laughing.
"Well then, let's go buy some handcuffs, Paxton.”
“ Good idea," King said, and the line went dead.
Aiden folded his phone and put it back in his pocket.
"I'm never gonna hear the end of this."
"You think those gawkers will ever leave?" Storm asked.
"Eventually, they'll get tired and go home."
"I'm glad we left the air on for Warlock."
"I'm glad I bought the optional generator so we could." The Honda owner caught them crouching and looked like she might call for help.
"We're hiding from my abusive ex," Storm said. "Is he still there, honey?" she asked Aiden.
Aiden stood, looked around, and shook his head. "No, I think we're safe. Thanks for the use of your shield. Nice car, by the way."
The woman nodded as she watched them go.
Inside the mall, Aiden stopped and stared her down. "I've got an idea."
Storm cringed. "But I'm too young to die."
"Then shut up and follow me" They cut through the mall and went out a side door at the opposite end, circling back to the exit nearest the coach. "You wait here at the door," Aiden said. "I'll be right back. Be ready. We might have to make a quick getaway."
Storm watched him sneak up behind the coach, which was backed up to the building and sandwiched between a couple of buses. She was glad the crowd had gathered by the front of the coach, near the door, because Aiden was able to open his garage, unnoticed, an d slide his Harley down a ramp. He left their purchases in the garage, locked it, and walked his hog to where she was waiting.
He handed her a motorcycle helmet, put on his own, and when she got on behind him, they took off.
She was surprised when he parked near the carnival where they'd awakened that morning.
"You offered me a ride on your Harley the first day, remember?" she said, getting off.
"A motorcycle ride isn't really the kind I was offer ing."
"I knew that. What now?" she asked. "Gonna feed me to the tiger?"
"No, but dumping you in a mountain of elephant poop sounds pretty amusing."
"The poop or the tiger? Didn't we have to read that story in grammar school?"
Aiden caught her in an affectionate shoulder hug. " Lets take a walk on the midway and grab some carnie junk food for supper. Amusements like this always attracted me, but—"
"But?"
He shrugged. "No fun going to a carnival alone."
That was all Storm needed to hear. Aiden didn't know it, but that was the closest he'd come to saying he was glad they were together. "Good enough," she said. "What are we gonna do about the crowd around the camper?"
"They'll get tired of trying to see through the shades. When it gets dark and no lights go on, they'll give up and leave. Even gawkers get hungry."
A few minutes later, sausage rolls and pizza in hand, they sat in the swinging seat of a gigundous Ferris wheel and started their slow climb as each seat emptied and refilled.
At the top, Storm stole a bite of his pizza and made a sound of ecstasy at the decadent taste. "The world looks beautiful from up here," she said. "Look, I see the merry-go-round . ' I love carousel music, and 'I can smell ..." She sniffed. "Belgian waffles with strawberries ... and baby powder."
"It sure does look beautiful," Aiden said, but he hadn't taken his eyes off her. He hadn't caught the baby powder reference, either.
"I haven't been on one of these since my eighth grade date with Melvin Pickles."
"Neither have I"
He was watching her with such intensity, he hadn't heard anything she said. "So you dated Melvin Pickles, too?"
"What?"
"Do 'I have pizza sauce on my nose?"
"No," he
"I'm here, Harm"
"That's how you got him to go with you? You cuffed him to his bed an d hijacked his motor home? I thought you were going to seduce him into it."
"I did ... in a way. Are you having a good time?”
“ Hell, it's my honeymoon, but 'I don't think I'm having as much fun as you are."
"I resent that," King said, no longer laughing.
"Well then, let's go buy some handcuffs, Paxton.”
“ Good idea," King said, and the line went dead.
Aiden folded his phone and put it back in his pocket.
"I'm never gonna hear the end of this."
"You think those gawkers will ever leave?" Storm asked.
"Eventually, they'll get tired and go home."
"I'm glad we left the air on for Warlock."
"I'm glad I bought the optional generator so we could." The Honda owner caught them crouching and looked like she might call for help.
"We're hiding from my abusive ex," Storm said. "Is he still there, honey?" she asked Aiden.
Aiden stood, looked around, and shook his head. "No, I think we're safe. Thanks for the use of your shield. Nice car, by the way."
The woman nodded as she watched them go.
Inside the mall, Aiden stopped and stared her down. "I've got an idea."
Storm cringed. "But I'm too young to die."
"Then shut up and follow me" They cut through the mall and went out a side door at the opposite end, circling back to the exit nearest the coach. "You wait here at the door," Aiden said. "I'll be right back. Be ready. We might have to make a quick getaway."
Storm watched him sneak up behind the coach, which was backed up to the building and sandwiched between a couple of buses. She was glad the crowd had gathered by the front of the coach, near the door, because Aiden was able to open his garage, unnoticed, an d slide his Harley down a ramp. He left their purchases in the garage, locked it, and walked his hog to where she was waiting.
He handed her a motorcycle helmet, put on his own, and when she got on behind him, they took off.
She was surprised when he parked near the carnival where they'd awakened that morning.
"You offered me a ride on your Harley the first day, remember?" she said, getting off.
"A motorcycle ride isn't really the kind I was offer ing."
"I knew that. What now?" she asked. "Gonna feed me to the tiger?"
"No, but dumping you in a mountain of elephant poop sounds pretty amusing."
"The poop or the tiger? Didn't we have to read that story in grammar school?"
Aiden caught her in an affectionate shoulder hug. " Lets take a walk on the midway and grab some carnie junk food for supper. Amusements like this always attracted me, but—"
"But?"
He shrugged. "No fun going to a carnival alone."
That was all Storm needed to hear. Aiden didn't know it, but that was the closest he'd come to saying he was glad they were together. "Good enough," she said. "What are we gonna do about the crowd around the camper?"
"They'll get tired of trying to see through the shades. When it gets dark and no lights go on, they'll give up and leave. Even gawkers get hungry."
A few minutes later, sausage rolls and pizza in hand, they sat in the swinging seat of a gigundous Ferris wheel and started their slow climb as each seat emptied and refilled.
At the top, Storm stole a bite of his pizza and made a sound of ecstasy at the decadent taste. "The world looks beautiful from up here," she said. "Look, I see the merry-go-round . ' I love carousel music, and 'I can smell ..." She sniffed. "Belgian waffles with strawberries ... and baby powder."
"It sure does look beautiful," Aiden said, but he hadn't taken his eyes off her. He hadn't caught the baby powder reference, either.
"I haven't been on one of these since my eighth grade date with Melvin Pickles."
"Neither have I"
He was watching her with such intensity, he hadn't heard anything she said. "So you dated Melvin Pickles, too?"
"What?"
"Do 'I have pizza sauce on my nose?"
"No," he
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