The Billionaire's Mistaken Match ( A BWWM Romance) by Izabella Brooks

as big as her head. She was only mildly surprised when one of the men lifted Kit up off the ground and raised her high over his head with one hand. Kit laughed and pointed to Paloma before giving her a wave and being lowered back down. “That was amazing,” she said when she made her way back to Paloma. “I told him I lost my friend in the crowd and asked for a lift. Good on ya for staying back. I’d hate to be made out to be a liar.”
                  “You are a strange girl.” Paloma couldn’t help laughing at Kit’s antics. Her friend sure knew how to have fun. It was that little thing that she needed so badly in her life. “I’m hungry, Kit. I didn’t get breakfast. Someone rushed me.”
    Kit had the wherewithal to blush before she took off towards the pier. Now that they were closer, Paloma could see the brightly colored tents and awnings that covered the food and games areas. Trudging through the sand was hard and she started to feel the burn in her thighs and welcomed the feeling of effort on her body. Kit was right. It was good to get out of the house, even if it meant a crowded beach and rides.
    Paloma stopped to watch a group of kids playing in the sand, burying one another in the warm grains. She wished she could go back to being a kid again, to enjoying the simple things in life. Kit nudged her, begging her to keep moving. Less than ten feet from the kids, she caught the first whiff of deep fried food, most likely corn dogs. The people crowded the food stands, but she was content to wait in line. The longer she spent in line, the less time she would be in the air on a ride with Kit.
                  “The Greek things, where are they?”
                  Paloma looked around trying to find the vendor that sold gyros. “There,” she pointed off to the left. “Looks like they have the shortest line too. I guess they aren’t as popular as corn dogs and pizza slices.”
                  “All the more for me.” Kit began to take off, but when Paloma turned to follow her, she barreled into a shorter blonde woman carrying two funnel cakes.
                  “Oh, geez. I’m so sorry,” Paloma gasped, grabbing one of the plates before the fried cake fell off of it. “I didn’t see you there. Are you okay?”
                  The blonde woman gave her a small smile. “It’s alright. No harm done. Good catch.” The dazzling smile brought out a small dimple on her left cheek. “I’ll live, as long as I don’t have to stand in that line again. It was ridiculous.”
                  “They all seem that way. I’m sorry, again.”
    The woman shrugged off the apology and headed toward the pier ramp. Paloma turned back around, a little more slowly, and tried to find Kit in the crowd. No such luck. At the very least, she knew her friend would be at the gyros stand so she trudged behind the crowds to try to get there. When she finally reached it, Kit was fifth in line.
                  “Hey, good timing. Where did you go?”
                  “Nearly bowled over a woman and a couple of funnel cakes on the way over. Virtues of being a giant and a klutz.”
                  “Hmmm, I think I want that one.” Kit pointed at the menu, clearly more enthralled with the food than with Paloma’s story. “Or maybe that one.”
                  “I definitely want the third one down. If you’ll get that for me, I think I’ll head up the pier. There was a beer garden there. I’m sure the line is ridiculous, so I’ll go get in it and you can just meet me there with our gyros.”
                  “You are brilliant. Number three?”
    Paloma nodded and turned to make her way up the pier. On the way she had to pass a number of carnies hawking their games and cheap prizes. One had the audacity to grab her arm.
                  “Hey, beautiful. Wanna handle