Page 86 of Choosing You

The next two hours flew by as he lent a hand wherever it was needed. When he finally got asked to drive the tractor for a couple of rounds, he was more than happy to do it. It wasn’t the way he imagined spending the festival—and he missed Sloane like mad—but he was still having a good time, just like everyone else.

After his third time around the maze, he stopped to help people down and noticed just how crowded it had become. So many people were milling around that he had a hard time believing anyone could be at home tonight.

He helped an older couple down and heard the woman let out a small cry when her foot hit the ground. “Are you all right?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

“I think I twisted my ankle,” she said, reaching for her husband. “Oh! Oh, no, it hurts! What am I going to do?”

They looked vaguely familiar, but that was nothing new. “It’s going to be alright,” he assured her, immediately helping her over to the nearest bench. Once she was settled, he glanced around frantically. Tanner was running one of the other tractors and had hopped down to see what was going on.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“Ice!” Will called out. “We need ice and a medic!”

“Go on over to first aid!” Tanner called out. “I think Reid’s working the booth! I’ll stay here with her.”

First aid? Oh, right. The booth. There really should be a better system in place rather than relying on someone running around to get help, he thought.

“I’ll be right back,” he told the couple and then made his way through the crowd toward the booth. As if sensing his urgency, everyone moved out of his way—it was a little like the parting of the Red Sea. If he wasn’t in such a rush, he might have appreciated it more.

By the time he reached the booth, his hat was gone, and he was completely out of breath.

“Ex…excuse me,” he said breathlessly. There was a woman behind the counter wearing a long red coat. She was wearing what looked like a cowboy hat, and he wondered who got pulled for first aid duty. Her back was to him, and he didn’t have a clue who it was. Maybe she didn’t hear him, so he leaned on the counter and repeated himself. “Excuse me. One of the guests twisted her ankle getting off the hayride and I need an ice pack. Can you help me?”

Then she turned.

The hat came off and the coat fell to the ground.

Sloane.

In a sexy nurse costume.

The look on Will’s face was priceless.

Although now he looked as if he was going to pass out.

“Will?” she said frantically, leaning over to take his hands in hers. “Are you okay?”

“What…what are you doing here?”

“Volunteering,” she said, smiling sweetly.

“But…I thought…you said…”

“I wanted to surprise you,” she said, leaning over a little more and exposing a bit more cleavage to him.

“Well…you managed to do that. In spades,” he added.

“So, you need some ice,” she said, her voice a little low, a little sultry, and she loved how his eyes stayed fixed on the skin she’d just exposed to him.

“Huh? What?” he asked distractedly.

“It’s going to cost you.” Sloane almost wanted to giggle at her sexy Marilyn Monroe-esque voice.

His eyes met hers. “Cost me?”

She nodded. “Uh-huh.”

A slow grin crossed his face. “What’s the price?”

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