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“Pretty much,” he says with a laugh. “But it’s been great. I love talking to the fans.”
Two of his teammates look over, clearly interested in our conversation.
“Fiona, meet Bama and Nate,” Weston says, gesturing toward them. “Guys, this is Fiona.”
“Bama?” I ask with a smile. “As in Alabama?”
He grins. “Yes ma’am. Born and raised. You can call me Carson.”
“And I’m Nate,” the other one says. His smile is just a touch too perfect, and he exudes the kind of confidence that practically announces itself. I have a feeling Nate is Nate’s biggest fan.
“Nice to meet you both,” I say politely.
Nate gives me a look like he's used to women fawning over him. I’m not impressed.
I move a little closer to Weston. “So, how’s it really going?”
He shrugs. “Honestly? It’s been great. Your aunt was here earlier.”
I laugh. “Of course she was. Was she the first one in line?”
“Surprisingly, no,” he says, chuckling.
“Wow. She said she needed to add to her autograph collection.”
“Well we all appreciate her enthusiasm,” he says.
We both grow quiet for a few seconds.
“Anyway, I don’t want to keep you from all the fans.”
“My first shift should be over soon,” he tells me. “Do you want to hang out for a bit?”
My heart does a little flutter. “Sure. But I’ve already sampled half of the food here,” I tell him.
“Ah, I haven’t eaten anything,” he wails.
“No problem, I can give you a lot of recommendations,” I tell him.
“Great. I’m looking forward to it.”
I move off to the side to let him visit with more of his adoring fans. I can’t think of a better way to occupy my time at Maple Fest than spending time with Weston.
CHAPTER 11
WESTON
After my shift is over, Fiona and I set out to explore the festival. Of course, every second we spend together only makes me want to spend more time with her. Unfortunately, in the back of my mind, I know she will be leaving Maple Falls soon. This reminds me of what her aunt said—does she need a nudge to stay?
After I get some food, we find an empty table near the haunted house.
“Ohh, I want to go in there,” Fiona exclaims pointing to the dark building. “You in?”
“Uh, sure. I’m not scared at all,” I say, my voice cracking slightly.
This is a total lie because I’m a big baby when it comes to anything scary.
She gives me a skeptical look obviously not believing me.
