Next to her, Wes cleared his throat. “Um…is it just me or do you get the feeling we were set up?”

Oh, that little shit was totally playing matchmaker again.

Sarah wasn’t exactly opposed to the idea of time alone with Wes, but since their kiss…she wasn’t sure where they stood, and she’d prefer to be alone with him in a situation where it wasn’t a possibility that she might throw up in his lap.

“She may have had an agenda,” Sarah said awkwardly.

“She really likes you,” he said quietly.

Her heart was about to explode. “Marissa’s such a great kid.”

“She’s going to miss seeing you every day at the B&B,” he said, staring at his hands on the bar.

“It’s going to be weird for me, too. But I’m still there if she wants to visit when she gets back from camp,” she said. At least for a few extra days, until the reunion was over.

He nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure she will,” he said, his eyes meeting hers. “She’s gotten attached.”

Her heart echoed in her ears, and her breath caught and held in her chest. He was staring at her lips as though he wanted to kiss her, and there was no denying the longing in his voice. She swallowed hard and moved a little closer, letting him know that she wouldn’t refuse if he wanted to go for it.

A rough shake of the safety bar had her straightening as the kid glanced at them. “Thumbs-up?”

“Thumbs-up,” Wes croaked as she half-heartedly gave the sign.

“Fair warning. I may throw up,” Wes said as the kid went back to his post and gave the safety instructions.

“I may beat you to it,” she said as the ride started rotating slowly. If it stayed at this speed, she’d be fine. But within seconds, the car was being flung from one side to the other, circling around the other cars, just narrowly missing them as they passed, the repetitive carnival ride jingle echoing in her rattled brain. Sarah struggled to remain on her side of the seat, but the force had her sliding into Wes.

He didn’t seem to mind as he wrapped one arm around her.

They started to lift off the ground, and Sarah thought she might have a heart attack. She clutched the safety bar and pressed her feet into the floor as the scenery whizzed past outside the ride—one big blur of bright lights and people.

Wes’s hand covered hers, and she closed her eyes and buried her head into his shoulder as the ride continued to twist and turn and jut and twitch all around the platform. It was hard to appreciate the contact when she was so freaking terrified.

“Don’t worry, I got you,” he whispered into her hair.