Page 95 of Claimed By the Cowboys
“Cotton candy!?” Maisie squealed with excitement.
“We can have cotton candyafterwe have something for dinner,” Piper assured her.
“Yay!” Maisie squealed, peeling off to grab Dakota and Montana, bounding for the Ferris wheel.
“Meet you back here in the food court for dinner,” Dakota called to us as he and Montana escorted Maisie toward the rides.
“I’m going to get into the line for some food.” Clay nodded to the massive line for the basic fairground fry shack fare.
“Whatever you do, don’t forget to get me onion ringsandjalapeno poppers,” Piper warned Clay gravely.
“All right, you two find us a place to sit, and I’ll get a big tray of things for everyone to share. Goodness knows we’ll eat plenty more with all the snacks they have here.” He snorted a laugh, waving a hand as he trudged off in the direction of the end of the line.
“Thank god, I have been dying to sit since we got here,” Piper groaned, allowing me to help her to a nearby wooden picnic table, the perfect place for us to settle down and wait for the others, and dinner.
“Can I get you anything to drink? A lemonade or something?” I crooned sweetly, pressing kisses against Piper’s cheek as we settled down next to one another on the empty wooden bench seat.
“No, I’d just like to sit here and make kissy faces with you in this rare moment of peace, thank you,” she laughed, leaning in, laying a hand over mine, her fingers running up my forearm to the strained sleeve of my T-shirt over my bicep.
“That can be arranged,” I purred, dipping my head to kiss her lips.
Our faces had just parted when a loud gurgling noise erupted from Piper’s stomach.
“Okay, maybe I could be talked into a bit of the fried dough I’m smelling right now,” she giggled, nuzzling the tip of her nose against mine before she sat back on the bench, a hand helping to support her low-hanging belly.
“For the baby, of course.” I nodded dutifully.
“Yes, for the baby.” Piper pinched her auburn eyebrows together in mock seriousness. “Probably should grab one of those lemonades too—maybe one of the frozen ones.” She nodded solemnly. “For the baby,” she added with finality before both of us cracked up in a fit of laughter.
“All right, you sure you’re fine to wait here alone while I go get your treats?” I snickered, getting up from the table and patting my back pocket down to confirm the position of my wallet.
“I’ll be just fine, thrilled to be off my swollen feet,” she laughed as I pecked another kiss onto her lips.
I hadn’t taken but a few steps toward the funnel cake stall when those three Pack Adamar weasels emerged from the crowd, moving to approach Piper immediately.
“Piper!” Lance, the pale one, called to her, pulling Piper from her dreamy gazing up at the Ferris wheel.
Piper, who had turned to sit facing the picnic table, nearly jumped up from her seat when she caught sight of her old pack circling the table.
Within a few long strides, I was looming behind the three idiots who had sidled up to my omega.
I saw the knowing flash in Piper’s blue eyes. She had seen me, even if the trio of douchebags hadn’t taken notice.
“What do you want?” Piper quipped back coldly.
“We were wrong about Caroline, about you,” Lance began, wringing his hands.
“Caroline took off with a bunch of money and expensive stuff,” Ralph continued, shining a little more light on the situation.
“We realized that, even if you weren’t exactly what we wanted, you were better than Caroline,” Kyle explained.
Piper blinked, dumbfounded.
“Not to mention, we all really miss your chocolate chip pecan cookies,” Lance added soberly.
At that, Piper threw back her head and laughed before standing, a hand braced beneath her pregnant belly.
Pack Adamar all frozen, eyes drawn to her.
